If you see pieces of a heart, it’s mine

Moments like these make my heart want to explode into itty bitty pieces. 

From the other room, I hear Craig start to read about a mouse and a cookie.  I listen for the pat-pat-pat of C crawling away or the crash of her pulling a stuffed animal out of the toy bin.  It’s quiet except for the sound of Craig’s voice and the tapping of her hand against the book. 

I grab the camera and go to watch my two favorite people cuddled up on the living room floor.  Surrounded by a hot mess of toys and books and tipped over stuffed animals that are bigger than she is. 

The moment doesn’t last long.  In a few minutes, she’s pushing away and scootching across the floor.  But not before he turns her to face him and makes kissy noises with his lips.  She grins at me and then leans into her daddy, opening her mouth just a little, accepting his kisses. 

“It’s her new trick,” he tells me.  

“Baby girl, show mommy.  Give Daddy a kiss. ”

She leans in again and he kisses her.  On demand. 

He beams and she grins.  And my heart explodes again into itty bitty pieces.

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