Sometimes, I can't get over how much India likes me. We usually snuggle for a bit before she goes to sleep, but last night I went out and I promised her that I would snuggle with her when I came home. She was, of course, sleeping when I got home and so doesn't remember my kiss, and blanket pull, and tucking her in, so that when she woke up at 2:30 she hollered out, Momma! and when I came in she was a huge sleepy smile and a, "Can you snuggle with me now?"
So I did.
She put one of her little hands under my chin and one on my shoulder and just held me, grinning like mad as she drifted off to sleep happy as a clam because I was beside her.
She just likes me so much. It knocks my socks off.
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It's an awesome thing, the love our little ones hold for us - and liking us, too. Wow.
Oh.. so very very true. "Word" as they say...
hey, greg. do you have kids?
Hey Angela.. Yes, 3. Sent you email (ualberta)
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