Here's the part that took every ounce of self-control. We lay on our sides, noses touching. Annie's sucking her thumb, I'm singing Christmas songs with my eyes closed (hoping she'll follow my lead). Part way through "Silent Night" I feel something. Annie's sweet, soft, little hand is stroking my face. Normally, I would have melted at the absolute cuteness of the situation. This time was different. All I could think about was the fact that Annie had just finished eating her french fries two minutes earlier. I imagined all the oil from her fat, little fingers being spread all over my face! I was cringing inside. I had to clench my fists and keep them under the covers to keep myself from brushing her hand away. She was loving me, so tenderly. How could I deny her the opportunity of loving her mommy? I just couldn't. I said a silent prayer that the Lord would spare me the zits that were sure to come. Only time will tell. I better scrub a little longer tonight.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A zit for love...
Here's the part that took every ounce of self-control. We lay on our sides, noses touching. Annie's sucking her thumb, I'm singing Christmas songs with my eyes closed (hoping she'll follow my lead). Part way through "Silent Night" I feel something. Annie's sweet, soft, little hand is stroking my face. Normally, I would have melted at the absolute cuteness of the situation. This time was different. All I could think about was the fact that Annie had just finished eating her french fries two minutes earlier. I imagined all the oil from her fat, little fingers being spread all over my face! I was cringing inside. I had to clench my fists and keep them under the covers to keep myself from brushing her hand away. She was loving me, so tenderly. How could I deny her the opportunity of loving her mommy? I just couldn't. I said a silent prayer that the Lord would spare me the zits that were sure to come. Only time will tell. I better scrub a little longer tonight.
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5 comments:
look how much she looks like you!! cute, cute!! can't wait to see you guys-- and i don't even mind if you have a few love-zits.
love ya!
[would you let me rub your sweet face with greasy hands??]
Hillarious and relatable! You are better than I. I have been faced with these situations and I always stopped the intruder before the damage was done:) Although it has almost always been my husband. I would probably feel different if it we the sweet face of one of my babies.
AHH HAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAA! you are nice - i would have been like "sick - get your hand off my face." but in a loving motherly way. heh.
:) good job
Aww, how darling you two are. Just beauties! Cute little story. So tender, & hilarious! So good to see you the other day. :)
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