Excuse typos for the time being. I promise I have a good reason.
I'm sitting in our room now just after having finished bathing, massaging and feeding little E, listening to Toora Loora Loral (which is her last night time lullaby.) I had my hand on the top side of her bassinet, giving her her minute settle down rock, because like most babies she tends to startle when laid down, when next thing I know, I felt little fingers brushed up against my hand. I thought nothing of it and paid it no mind. It is bed time. If I look over then I'll be sucked in by my mooshy insides to pick her up and let her fall asleep on me.
So, if you will, imagine me mustering up all my "I must be a firm mommy at bed time" energy. Chest puffed out, eyes straight ahead.
And then that's when it happened ...
Those little fingers that had moments ago brushed against mine, we now firmly holding mine.
I think I turned into a puddle instantly. It probably seems so silly to someone else, but I bet that's because I'm really trying to describe an indescribable moment. How could you know what I mean, unless you've experienced it yourself? Like all things I suppose.
My eyes watered and my heart swelled. I was overwhelmed. It was like an injection I never got, but had the effects of taking over. This is what they talk about. This is that really pure love that they say you can only get from animals and children.
This really really, great big wonderful thing, and I've got it. Right next to me. Sleeping soundly with her lovey baby Toots.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
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