Wrestling With An Angel

I found myself on my back.  I had given a valiant effort, but it was nowhere near enough.  I felt beaten down.  I'm not quite sure why I put myself in this position.  Maybe I deserved this, maybe I didn't.  Either way, I was about to be defeated.  Defeat brings about a myriad of negative emotions and thoughts.  The tide had turned so quickly.  One second I'm in control, the next I'm laid out flat.  Elisabeth had requested that we play wrestle on the bed and before I knew it she hit her finishing move.  Now she stood over me.  She put on foot on my chest, looked down at me, and said, "You want an autograph, kid?"  I had been trash talked by my own seven year old daughter.