My daughter's not a big cuddler. She's also a slow waker, though, and today when she woke up from her nap (with a roar of indignation that sleep had won yet again), I took her out of the wrap I'd been carrying her around in on my back, and she curled up into my chest to feel safe as she slowly reacquainted herself with the world again.
I've seen my son cry, pause to smile, and cry again. I get at least five gummy eye-crinkling head-tossing-in-total-abandon smiles a day directed at me, and then there's the ones he doles out to everyone else around. The gales of giggles I was getting out of him while talking to him after his bath today were new, though.
I think I've said before that I used to be fearless because I didn't have anything to lose. So yeah... I'm freakin terrified now.
And the things that get in its way.
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