Because I use this blog to also remember:
When we named her Norah Moss, I thought the name whispered of one who would know how to sculpt and shape words. A poet. A teller of tales.
And indeed she is. She tells me:
I love you as sharp as a crab pinches with his claws.
I love you as hard as a lion bites with his teeth.
I love you deep as the fire in the middle of the earth.
And with the extraordinary intensity of her four year old self, I feel this sharp, hard, and deep love. It asks, “Do you really love me? Even when I mess up?” And it tells me “I’m still a little bit angry about this new baby thing and I am not exactly happy about the changes.” And it whispers “Even though I pick out my own clothes and fiercely protect my independence, I’m still very small and need snuggles.”
I was reminded yesterday that we are all still very small and need snuggles.
I love that little snuggler! She made my day today!
Oh dear. I hope she wasn’t snuggling with you at 4am. And again at 5am. And so forth.
What an incredible post! (like mama, like daughter.) 🙂