Dying of sweetness.
May. 20th, 2007 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaAt dinner this evening, Alex took Michael's hand, looked up at him, and said earnestly, "Oh, what a beautiful father!"
After we finished eating, she and I went outside to hang out on the stoop and watch people go by. We played with sticks, sang some songs, chatted a bit. And then she smiled at me and said, "I have a really good time singing songs with you, Mama."
She's started saying "I love you." And even better: "I love you with all my heart." She accompanies it with hugs and kisses.
I'd like to think that this is a matter of our affectionate, demonstrative parenting style paying its expected dividends. But I know it's not that easy. The love of this little girl seems more like a miraculous gift - unimaginable luck, undreamed-of sweetness.
After we finished eating, she and I went outside to hang out on the stoop and watch people go by. We played with sticks, sang some songs, chatted a bit. And then she smiled at me and said, "I have a really good time singing songs with you, Mama."
She's started saying "I love you." And even better: "I love you with all my heart." She accompanies it with hugs and kisses.
I'd like to think that this is a matter of our affectionate, demonstrative parenting style paying its expected dividends. But I know it's not that easy. The love of this little girl seems more like a miraculous gift - unimaginable luck, undreamed-of sweetness.
