Emmy Ruth still hates washing her hair. There are always tears when we have to rinse so I save it until the last thing before getting out of the tub. She will drain the tub water and then turn around for me to wrap her up in a towel and then I carry her into the living room to watch a little more Dora the Explorer. When she is sad like this or when she first wakes up and I am carrying her, she wraps her arms around my neck and will gently drum her little fingers on my back. I hope I never forget how very precious it is.
Or how she doesn’t have her daddy pretend to be a horsey when she climbs on his back… he’s a tiger.
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