There’s nothing quite like the feeling of your child wrapping their small arms around your neck and laying their head on your chest.
Marcel didn’t do it as an infant. If you picked her up, she might lay her head on your chest but her arms would certainly be hanging down by her side. Usually, though, her head was on a swivel trying to figure out what was going around her. Marcel didn’t start hugging until she was a toddler. Marcel was much more of a kisser.
Tristan, on the other hand, hugged almost immediately. In recent weeks, she’s started to develop swivel-itis and, thus, the feeling might not last. Yet, a full bottle in a quiet room can still, almost always, induce a nice, long hug.
The result is that, now, I get that feeling all of the time from both of my daughters.
And, thus, my life is sweet, loving and full.
