My baby girl held her arms up to me for the first time.Good lord.
If that doesn't pull at your heart strings, I don't know what will. Maybe it means more coming from my independent little girl. She's autonomous this one, and not overly snuggly or cuddly. You can try and squish her and hug her but she leans back. Oh, she's full of lots of smiles and laughs for you, but she's just not a hugger.
She does like to be kissed. She smiles a little smile, and if you keep doing it enough, she'll laugh.
She does show affection. But she does it by thrusting her fists into my hair and pulling. Hard. With her brother she grabs his face with both of her hands and then tries to claw his skin off. She's a rather violent lover.
But today I paused before I swooped her out of her cradle. I held out my hands and yes, I waited.
Those two little arms popped up and that expectant little face peered up.
"Pick me up, Mama. Pick me up."
Okay, she can't talk yet, but her eyes are very expressive.
Those little arms popped up like two pieces of toast out of the toaster. Bing! Just like that.
She does like to be kissed. She smiles a little smile, and if you keep doing it enough, she'll laugh.
She does show affection. But she does it by thrusting her fists into my hair and pulling. Hard. With her brother she grabs his face with both of her hands and then tries to claw his skin off. She's a rather violent lover.
But today I paused before I swooped her out of her cradle. I held out my hands and yes, I waited.
Those two little arms popped up and that expectant little face peered up.
"Pick me up, Mama. Pick me up."
Okay, she can't talk yet, but her eyes are very expressive.
Those little arms popped up like two pieces of toast out of the toaster. Bing! Just like that.
And it was love.
