Wednesday, 3 July 2013: Ninety-Three Days Old
Ayla reached for my face today. It was beautiful, and deliberate.
During dinner she was playing in her baby gym and I was watching her from the table.
I saw her reach for her toys, grab them and examine them, over and over again.
When I joined her on the floor a bit later, I was looking down at her and talking to her like I usually do.
Then it happened. With eyes wide and a smile on her face, she reached up and touched my face. Then she reached and grabbed my hair. And then she reached for my face again, just like she’d been doing with her toys.
I wish Hubby had been here to share it with me.