Tuesday, November 2, 2010

My firstborn

The other day A and I were bustling around the kitchen trying to get dinner on the table. A bumped into me (almost like a chest bump, except we were both in a hurry and it wasn't planned) and she told me, "That was a hug---just without the arms."

Then last night, the DaddyMan and I were lounging on the couch while we all watched tv and A needed some affection. She plopped on the DaddyMan's lap, pulled up her legs and said, "Look! I still fit!"


joyce:waddleeahchaa.com said...

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Sharie said...

How special! A Father is blessed when his child chooses to be close to him!

It also reminds me that I will never be too old (or heavy)to sit on my Abba Father's lap for some comforting hugs and a chat!