This is short and little, just like my daughter (well actually she’s tall and little; you know what I mean), but I just wanted to keep this memory somewhere because it was oh so warm and divine and something to store in forever-land.
Last night she woke up at about 1:30am and didn’t seem to want anything in particular, aside from me. She seemed all sleepy, but didn’t want to go back to her bed. So I brought her into our bed and she was so snuggly, it was the most beautiful thing.
She is never, ever snuggly. She’s always too busy moving or running or wanting her own space. She loves to be carried around, being part of doing things, but very rarely cuddles or will be still and close to us.
She nuzzled and nestled and made sure that my arms were constantly wrapped tight around her. She held my hand and rested her head on me and chatted away in the wee hours.
It was the most special time and so unexpected too, which made it all the more warm and fuzzy.
She didn’t fall back asleep for a few hours, but was totally content to just be all wrapped up in my arms, laying there in the big, brand new, New Year night.
It was magical.
Eventually, we went back to her bed and she curled up on my lap like a cat, clutching my hand. I cuddled her until her breathing went heavy and she stared to snore.
I was reminded that I love her even more than I can ever put into words.
She really is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
In the morning, I asked her, “do you know how much I love you? Do you know how big it is?”
She answered, “bowl?”, pointing to her bowl of Weet-Bix.
No, it’s bigger than that.
She pointed at Daddy’s bowl.
No, it’s bigger than that too.
She then guessed, “orange?”
Her most favorite, most revered color.
No, my blossom. I love you even more than all the orange in the world. And somehow it just keeps on growing.
Last night she woke up at about 1:30am and didn’t seem to want anything in particular, aside from me. She seemed all sleepy, but didn’t want to go back to her bed. So I brought her into our bed and she was so snuggly, it was the most beautiful thing.
She is never, ever snuggly. She’s always too busy moving or running or wanting her own space. She loves to be carried around, being part of doing things, but very rarely cuddles or will be still and close to us.
She nuzzled and nestled and made sure that my arms were constantly wrapped tight around her. She held my hand and rested her head on me and chatted away in the wee hours.
It was the most special time and so unexpected too, which made it all the more warm and fuzzy.
She didn’t fall back asleep for a few hours, but was totally content to just be all wrapped up in my arms, laying there in the big, brand new, New Year night.
It was magical.
Eventually, we went back to her bed and she curled up on my lap like a cat, clutching my hand. I cuddled her until her breathing went heavy and she stared to snore.
I was reminded that I love her even more than I can ever put into words.
She really is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
In the morning, I asked her, “do you know how much I love you? Do you know how big it is?”
She answered, “bowl?”, pointing to her bowl of Weet-Bix.
No, it’s bigger than that.
She pointed at Daddy’s bowl.
No, it’s bigger than that too.
She then guessed, “orange?”
Her most favorite, most revered color.
No, my blossom. I love you even more than all the orange in the world. And somehow it just keeps on growing.
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