Dear Gracie,
This past week, you have been experiencing the second cold of your existence. You woke up one morning barely able to breathe with a face frosted with glistening snot you had wiped all over your face and into your hair. That first day was awful. You were whiny, grumpy, and cried for hours while I scrambled to find something that would make you smile. You totally skipped your second nap and did not want a Boogie Wipe within five feet of your face. By 5 o'clock, I was exhausted and not looking forward to what was sure to be a sleepless night.
Then, something strange happened. You stopped rolling around on the carpet crafting a dog hair beard on your face and looked up at me. It was like something in your little brain clicked, and you crawled over to me and lifted up your arms, demanding to be picked up. So, of course, I picked you up, and you laid your little head down on my shoulder and for those five wonderful seconds that you left it there, the world was ok again.
And then it was over, and you threw yourself down on the carpet and stuffed a sheep from your Little People Nativity set into your mouth. Thank you for those five seconds when you let me play the role of nurturing mother. I was re energized for the next three days. Ha! Yeah right. We spent three hours together that night in your room where I attempted to rock you to sleep, and you waved to the stuffed animals on your bookcase and tried to jump out of my arms.
I still love ya, kid.
xoxo
Momma
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