This morning Lily woke earlier than usual. I contemplated leaving her in her crib long enough for her to drift back to sleep, but we have plans today.
We sat at the table. I clicked through my usual morning routine while she stuffed Cheerios in her mouth. Then she broke into uncontrollable crying. I stopped, looked her square in the face, and said, "You are okay. There's nothing wrong with you." But she continued to cry, so I placed her in my lap and let her pick Cheerios out of my hand. She stopped crying.
I took her into the shower with me. She sat in her Bumbo seat, and I quickly realized she was cold even though the shower was quite warm. I bent down and splashed her, and then I washed her hair. She grappled her way into my arms, her hair soapy and mine dripping, and we stood in the warm water. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the water. She stuck her tongue out, too. And we stood there. Together.
Later, after I put her down for a nap, I came across this video.
I wouldn't trade this life for anything.