Some days there's a squeeze to my heart when I hear Miller say the word "Mommy."
An itchy throat, just on the verge of sobbing messy tears.
"Daddy" squeezes just as hard those days too. Some days even harder.
I can stand in the kitchen cursing a monstrous pile of dishes and a couple of arms reach around my legs.
"Hug you, Mommy."
Melts me every time.
It's simple this parenting thing.
Just be squeezed.
1 comment:
Oh my... when my little hugs me back - my world stops.
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