A pitter-patter of feet. I heard the door slowly swing.
“Hello?” Abby said.
I turned to see my daughter opening the door to my room. My husband must have grabbed her from the crib and let her in the room.
“Hi, honey.” I murmured. “Did you want to say good morning?”
I noticed Abby still was waiting in the doorway. Her curly black hair frizzed in such cute ways. She loved rising early and snuggling with mommy. Especially after daddy left for his morning run.
“Yes. I wanna be’n bed wif you mamma.” Abby whispered.
She closed the door and waddled over to the edge of my bed, arms outstretched. I shifted so that I could pick her up.
“Abby sweetie, do you know who loves you?” I asked as I placed her next to me. Abby looked at me with bright brown eyes. She blinked.
“Mamma loves me.”
“Yes! I love you so so much!” I giggled and squeezed Abby’s little feet. “And Daddy loves you!” I kissed her toes. “And you know what? Jesus loves you the most!”
Abby laughed. “Dada and Jesus!” she squealed. Her hands waving in the air and then landing on my stomach. She excitedly patted my middle and my arms. I started to hum a made up tune as Abby continued to drum against my body.
“Mommy, sing with me!!” Abby crawled closer to my face. Her nose touching my chin.
“What if we sing a song about the fairies?” I said, moving my daughter to my side. I took a deep breath and started to hum. Softly I sang as Abby put her head on my shoulder. We looked into eachothers eyes. It felt surreal and I started to disassociate from the moment. Then Abby touched my cheek. I blinked and was brought back into my body. “Yes, honey?”
“Mamma, I love you.”
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