Coming Home
Ugh. I haven't had internet access in days. I've missed LJ. Daddy and I had a great night last night. I got in my Rubber Duckie PJs and we played. I got REALLY little. I don't think that I have ever gotten that young before. I sat on his lap with my sippy cup and sucked on a pacifier (aka "binkie"). It's weird, because I didn't feel fat or ugly when I was on his lap, because I felt like a baby and babies don't judge their bodies or criticize themselves. I just wanted to be snuggled and in my Daddy's arms. He rocked me and soothed me and kept telling me what a good girl I am and how much he loves me. I just kept looking up at him wide-eyed and he just kept looking down at me like I was actually an innocent, sweet little toddler. I almost started crying because I don't think that I have ever felt so safe and nurtured. I felt like I was coming Home...