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There are no words to describe how absolutely wonderful it is to have my babies run their fingers through my hair.
Last night, as I lay there with little Remewin, I tried to come up with some words for what I was feeling. Everyone one of them fell short. Each word that entered my mind felt dull and inadequate.
I concentrated a little harder. Trying to come up with something that would contain my feelings.
The only thing I could come up with was yellow... and a little purple.
My babies sweet fingers stroking my hair, the way she immediately reaches up for my scalp when she begins to nurse as if stroking my hair is part of the whole process of recieving food. All of it is like a bright yellow with accents of purple.
Yellow like a field of sunflowers on a warm spring day. Purple like Irises in full bloom. That's what it feels like.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings in my world, one that transcends human words.
I secretly wish that she never grows out of it.