You crawled into our bed at 5am today. I heard "Daddy, I gotta go potty!" and then I dozed back off. I woke up a few minutes later to eskimo kisses and "I love you too, Mumma. You go back-a-seep, OK? I gonna cuddle wif you, OK?"
Little one, if you only knew what those little charming exchanges do for me. They give me fire in my belly, awaken the fierce and protecting mama who has to save and protect your innocent sweetness from the harsh, cruel world. They make me snuggle up to you, cuddle you close, tangle my fingers in your silky baby curls and pray, beg for the world to stop and hold still forever and let me keep you close to me just as you are. They don't last, those moments.
When I came back from the potty myself, you patted the quarter of my pillow you weren't occupying. "You yay down, wight heah. Wight heah, Mumma."
"Wight heah, Mumma."
My darling girl, I never want to be anywhere else.
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4 comments:
Awww How sweet!
Aww, aww aww! You made me cry! Soooo sweet. I love those moments. They are sadly getting fewer and further between. :(
Dawn
me, too.
i luv my lil one so much.
this post makes me yearn for her to begin speaking.
least Im not the only one that teared !
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