07.11.13 - Thursday

It had been a rough day. You were very clingy, not eating well, probably teething. Not wanting to sleep. Sleeping only a short time when you did go to sleep, and just generally a lot of work.

You and I sat down to cuddle and nurse as you were to (theoretically) go to sleep. You, finally, started nursing. All of the sudden you popped off and inwardly I groaned--not again. But you looked at me, reached up with your chubby little fingers, gently stroked my face, flashed me a grin, and buried yourself back in your milk, absentmindedly stroking my skin with your free hand.

And my heart melted.