Monday, 16 December 2013: Thirty Seven Weeks Old.
Over the past two days I’ve watched as the bond between Ayla and Hubby has grown stronger before my very eyes.
Ayla’s always loved her Daddy, but until now her devotion has only really surfaced in the morning when he gets her up for the day, and in the evenings when he comes home from work.
But over yesterday and today Ayla has started to seek him out for cuddles and playtime, comfort and closeness.
I think it’s because Ayla’s at the age now where she wants fun and entertainment, not just food and care, and who better to give her that than her Daddy.
They’ve read stories, watched the cricket, shared meals together and collected eggs from the chooks. Hubby’s rocked Ayla when she’s been tired, and Ayla’s reached for Hubby with both hands outstretched.
It’s come at a perfect time too. I’ve not been feeling well so to be able to lie in bed listening to the noises of Hubby and Ayla playing happily down the hall has been bliss.