Last night I had a REALLY hard time getting Griffin to stay asleep. I finally brought him down into our bed around 11:30 after he woke up for the 4th time, for some serious snuggling, which usually gets the job done. We laid down, and Griffin snuggled into the crook of my arm. I put my arm around his shoulders and started stroking his hair - a trick that always seems to work to calm him down, as he was still pretty restless. And then. And then...
And then, with the fervour that my son seems to do everything with, he threw his little arm around my shoulders, and started playing with my hair too. Like "it's OK Ma, we're safe, we can all chill out together now."
In the course of the days (and the nights!), I often find myself overwhelmed with just how much love I have for my son. In that moment, I was suddenly also overwhelmed by how much love he has for me.
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