My hero.

My 4 year old daughter is my hero.

Last night we had to run out for some gas and apples. When we came home, Mike locked his keys in the car. Of course somehow it was my fault, but that's besides the point.

We had no idea how we would get in the house, it was late, dark and getting cold. Mike managed to open the window in the back. And he asked Megan to go in and open the door for us. She refused, the whole house was pitch dark and she has a fear of the dark.

But, out of no where she agreed. She ran through the house and opened the door for us. Poor thing had to run through the entire dark house to open the door.

She was super proud of herself, and so were we. She overcame her fear to help us out. We told her she is our hero and she really is. I am so proud of my little girl.