Love
There are moments that we live for as parents–watching our children reach physical milestones (sitting up, crawling, walking), seeing their first smile, hearing their first laugh and their first word, their sweet little voices saying “mama” or “dada.” I had one such moment this morning.
Kate likes to give kisses and hugs, and sometimes likes to climb up in my lap and put her head on my shoulder sort of like a hug, but more just laying against me. Whenever she does this, I usually give her a squeeze and tell her I love her.
I wasn’t feeling well this morning–I woke up with a pounding headache, and even though Wade let me slept in a little, it took a few hours for me to feel better. While I was sitting on the sofa, trying to will the throbbing away, Kate came over and wanted to climb up with me. She sat in my lap, rested her head on my shoulder, and said, “Love.” I melted. “I love you, too, baby,” I told her, and she said “love” a few more times. I don’t know if she could sense that I wasn’t feeling well or what, but that certainly made me feel better.