I was just feeding you in your room. It was your father's "turn," given that it is weekend, but I insisted. Today marks the end of the second last week before I go back to work (whoa, what a mouth-full). I miss our days together already.
Your Dad walked into the room to be sure that I didn't want him to help. You were a pleasure and all I needed in that moment. As he walked out of the room and started dinner with Laurel, he told me something that made me smile. "She really loves you," he said.
"You are clearly bonded," he told me. I knew it, but it felt so wonderful to hear. "How so? Tell me more. Why do you say that?" I needed to know everything. It was simple a simple message with an overwhelming response.
As your dad quietly closed the door, you drank your milk and I gazed at my baby.
It was a magical moment.
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