...says the one who sits as close as possible to me every chance she gets.
...says the sweet girl who was glued to my hip the entire first two years of her life.
...says the daughter who holds my hand walking from one room of the house to another, through the store, down the street, in the car. There is never a time when we aren't holding hands.
...says the one who sits on my lap even if there are open seats available.
...says the girl who cuddles me on the sofa every time we sit down.
...says the sweet girl as she shares my pillow while we lay on the floor in front of the fireplace keeping warm.
Touch is definitely one of Chloe's love languages. I love it. It is not mine, but I am learning. I am actually quite averse to touching for whatever reason - showing affection that way does not come naturally to me. I don't hug people "just because." But my sweet girl (and her Daddy) do. I've learned how to reciprocate and see it as love and not smothering. What a gift they've given me. (Bennett too - he has hugged me as soon as he's waken up every single day of his life, even now).
I am so thankful for the gift of 'touching more' that she gives me. Unadulterated love and affection. I pray I never take it for granted, appreciate it every chance I get, and hope it continues until we're both old and gray.
