The other day I was sitting on the floor picking up some toys (story of my life!).
I've been so tired lately and the weather is unbearable. Heat index of 100 and the humidity? Um...don't get me started.
Isabella came up to me and I swooped her into my arms to give her a big bear hug. I love hugs from my girl--how her hair smells, the stickiness of her toddler-ness, her baby lotion--I love it all.
As I'm patting her on her back telling her how much I loved her....she reaches around and starts patting my back, too.
I think she was letting me know that everything will be okay. This crazy pregnancy train is almost to the end and we will make it.
That's when I realized that sometimes? All I need is a hug from my sweet, sweet girl.