Being a mom wasn't easy work. Especially since you've been up these past few nights trying to soothe a fussy toddler who had just started teething. You'd tried every trick in the book to help ease your daughter's cries, but nothing seemed to work.

Simon had been on a week long mission, and he was so happy to come back to his little family. He hated being away for too long and always rushed to get back to you.

When he came home, he saw just how tired you were. He gently scooped the fussy toddler out of your arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Love, you look dead on your feet, why don't you go get some rest, yeah? I've got her."

You were reluctant, but you eventually caved. You gave him a quick kiss before you headed to your shared bedroom. You peeled off your sweater and climbed into bed, making sure the baby monitor was set up before you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

Hours later you were startled awake to what you thought were the sounds of your baby crying. You shot straight up in the bed and grabbed the baby monitor, acting on motherly instinct.

The noise that you had originally thought was crying was actually the loud giggles coming from your two year old daughter.

Looking at the screen, the sight before you made your chest warm.

Your daughter was sitting on the changing table, one sock off, the other sock still on her foot, the top clutched tightly in Simon's hand as he tried with all of his 'might' to pull the sock off of her little foot. His free hand gripped the table and he pulled, as if he really couldn't get the sock off.

The giggles would quiet down as he pulled, and as soon as he pulled the sock fully off of her foot, he fell onto the floor, as if knocked back from the effort it took to get the sock off and she fell back in another fit of giggles.

"Again! Again!" She squealed as he grabbed the sock and slipped it back onto her foot. He gripped it again trying with all of his strength.

"Goodness love, this sock doesn't wanna come off, does it?"