The moment passed.

I was driving Sarah to gymnastics.  I caught a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror, looking so cute and sweet and innocent.  I started thinking about how much I love her and what a blessing it is to have her for a daughter.  I just wanted to pet her, so I reached behind me and groped around, trying to find her knee, and then realized my arm was too short, so I pulled it back.  She piped up, "What ARE you doing, Mother?  Why are you flailing your hand around by me in a creepy way?"