Tonight as I cuddled Charlotte fiercely before lights out she stroked my face and said, “Mama, how come sometimes when you cuddle me like that you look so sad?”
And I had to explain to her that I wasn’t sad – I was just remembering how small she was when she first came out.
“How small was I?” she asked.
“Well,” I replied, “Mama used to hold her hand about here (somewhere at the bottom of my ribcage) and your bottom would sit in my hand and your head used to just touch my chin.”
She giggled at that.
“Don’t be so ridiculous Mama – I was never that small!”
Kid, you’ve got no idea. *sigh*
Proof that one day, albeit a long time ago, you were very, very small
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