Here I am on my “babymoon,” falling in love with my Lucy Quinn, carefully managing the sometimes mixed emotions of the big sister Emily June and I have room for MORE emotions? Of course, I do.
And beneath the surface, Mama has it bad for her man. As evidenced by the fact that I have had Tiffany’s teenybopper voice in my head for days….
Maybe it is a side effect of a Honeymoon Baby. I’m still pretty smitten with the guy on a regular basis. But the other day I turned around in the kitchen and there he was. Emptying the dishwasher. I can’t deny that may have played in to it. But I felt myself catch my breath like I did that first week we were dating. Lucy was sleeping. Not in my arms or his. And I put my arms around him and… if you’ve been reading for any length of time you surely know what happens next… I began to cry.
I hadn’t hugged him in months, not like that. I fit again. Just like I did before I was pregnant. He seems taller now that I can slide in under his chin again. “I forgot you were so dainty,” he said. I looked up at him, the moment beginning to break apart, assuming he was kidding. I have been called many things, dainty is not one of them. But he wasn’t joking, he’d closed his eyes and pulled me closer.
Smiling through my tears I let him hold me close. This time not because I was afraid, or tired, or overwhelmed. Just because he likes me. He like likes me.
I absolutely adore being one of your girls, MQD. But I can’t wait to be “alone now….”