She's all smiles and giggles these days and is so, fully squishable.
She's also very into swinging around while I sing loudly.
I've been turning up "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magfinicant Zeros (partially inspired by this adorable video of a Daddy and daughter singing it) as loud as our computer speakers will blare and we twirl around the room, me singing at the top and her squealing.
The other day, I noticed that despite the utter delight on her face, her little hand was still tightly clutching at the hair on the nape of my neck.
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What a perfect human experience: Squealing with abandon, but not forgetting to hold on tight.
Um...more, please!
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