9 of 31 - SOLSC 2019
"Would you like a snuggle?" I have no idea where the tears well up from, I ask before they can overflow.
She follows me to the living room where I sit on the couch. Every snuggle we have had since she was big enough to crawl onto my lap herself have been the same; I sit. She crawls/climbs on facing me with one leg on either side of me and leans in.
As she curls up next to me, waiting for my arms to envelope her and my soothing to take effect, I pause.
This is the moment it all changes. Those moments were before and this is what will be - truly no longer a little girl.
It was a hard moment to swallow, but swallow I did as this wasn't about me. Everything else about the snuggle was the same, including the results and soon we were laughing and back into the kitchen to clean up from dinner.
Her door handle began to turn and I looked up from my morning reading to see her, eyes still sleepy, emerge from her room.
"Would you like a snuggle?" I asked, before I realized what I was saying and how this would probably play out.
Wordlessly she climbed up on my lap, legs on either side, and leaned into me.