Need.

Grace needs me.  I realize that she should, since she is my child, of course, but sometimes her need to get from me exceeds my capacity to give.  Tonight while I was trying to smash some love in to her to make up for all the times I don’t give her enough, we snuggled in her bed at bedtime.

Most nights I rub lotion on her feet and hands, and tonight, I started massaging her scalp.  She said “Ooooh, that’s good.  Except for the part where you are pulling my hair and I am about to drool on you.”

Nothing is more disarming that Grace when she is charming.  Even when she needs me.

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