Tabitha said, "Momma," and meant it!

Jason came home today, and before we were getting ready to run, Tabitha started being fussy. She didn't want to eat, and she was dry. Jason was holding her as I was changing my clothes. He asked her what she wanted, and she plainly said, "Momma." Jason and I were both sure that was what she said, so he handed her to me. She immediately stopped crying! My heart melted... (Jason was a little hurt, though.) That just made my day, my week, my month, my year, and quite possibly, my life.