“Mommy, can you hold me forever,” she asked, looking at me with those big blue eyes.
“Forever, my Love? Of course.”
“But what about when I’m a gahwown up? You can’t hold me when I’m a gahwown up.”
“If you need me, I will still hold you when you’re a grown up. Absolutely.”
“Ok, Mommy.” She snuggled in deeper. We lingered on the couch, cuddling for another long moment.
And for some reason, I felt like crying.
No. Sobbing. Right there… Into her long blonde hair.
I want to hold her forever. I want to wake up slowly every morning, sleepy head nestled on my shoulder. I want every worry, every trial, every pain to be solved by a long cuddle on the couch. The mother of all hugs.
I know I can’t hold her forever. But I want to.
And I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.
Not even when she’s a gahwown up.