Last night, during family play-on-the-floor hour (which isn't really an hour because it only lasts from 6-6:45, because 7 is time for bed, boy---please go to sleep!), Harrison crawled over to me and attacked my head, cuddling close and grabbing handfuls of hair, and murmured, "mama. . .mama" right in my ear. Then he slithered over to Doug, who was laying next to us, hugged him, and hollered, "dada!"
And that would be my heart over there, melting onto the floor in a little puddle.
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OMG. Like Dooce said,
"This morning you and I were playing on the floor in your bedroom — I was hiding the phone and you were crawling all over my torso and legs to find it — and you suddenly stopped, your face very close to mine, and you leaned in and pressed your nose to my cheek. We stayed in that position for several spectacular seconds, a hesitation that altered history, a moment so intimate it felt like it could end wars. I could feel you grinning on my skin and even though I wanted to scoop you up and cover you in kisses I let you hold your face there for as long as you would. I know there are only a handful of moments like that in life. Thank you for that one."
Yep. Just like that except with extreme pain from my hair being pulled by two tiny, balled fists.
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