She asks to be rocked "like a baby," so I drape her across my body, filling my lap with what once fit into the bend of my arms. The song blends with the quiet light of the nightlight. In the dark I can only just make out the countours of her face as she smiles up at me. My big girl. My baby.
(His edition.)
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4 comments:
"Mommy, will you snuggle me?" are the sweetest words I've ever heard. Glad you get to rock your "baby" too.
I, too, am often amazed how such teeny beings grow and grow and grow. And not just size-wise.
Oh, this is precious. My daughter (same age) still wants me to rock her "like a baby" nightly, too. LOVE. :)
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