I love the baby hugs. Lena stands and reaches for them. I walk up to the bed, and she crawls over excitedly, pulls herself up using my shirt, and holds on. Sometimes she bounces and looks over at TCB, like she’s saying, “look! I got the mama! Greatest thing ever!”
Tonight on the changing table, Lena used me to pull herself to a standing position, wrapped her arms around me, and quietly burped in my ear.
AH, the sounds of love.