But then again, he's always been pretty "cuddly" and he hasn't quite moved on to that stage of wanting to play by himself most of the time... I'm still his go-to-gal for anything fun.
Which is generally sweet, except for when I'm trying to check email or go to the bathroom... stuff like that. And I admit, that every once and a while I think, "oh my gosh, just give me a second alone!"
But last night I was thinking in bed... ruminating on how much I wish I had like, one friend down here, or some other whiny self-involved thing, blah blah blah... and then it hit me.
Elliot needs me so much because I need him.
How much more bleak would my life be without the 137th "Mommy! Hug?" of the day. How much more depressed could I get, without a little snuggle buddy on the couch who can't get comfortable without his hand absent-mindedly rubbing my arm.
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| My funny boy. |
1 comments:
Honestly Liz, you write the funniest stuff. I heard a woman on the radio just yesterday talking about locking herself in the bathroom to get away, and then these fat little fingers appear under the door with a muffled "mommy?". Of course I immediately thought of you two.
Love Ya,
Dad
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