Her dimpled little hand pats my cheek. My eyes won't open.
Not yet, please, not yet, I beg.
The hand circles my face, first this way, then that while she exclaims, "oooooooo."
I smile.
My eyes open and I look into the chubby face so near it is blurry.
She smiles back at me.
"Goodmorning, Olivia" I say. She responds with a hug. She pats my back.
She is mimicking me,
and alhtough my body is telling me it is not ready to be awake,
I think to myself, this is the perfect way to wake up.
Then, she puckers up big for a good morning kiss.
No longer does it matter that she wouldn't go to sleep last night.
No longer am I begrduging her the huge fit she threw at the dinner table yesterday,
or the fact that it is well before 7 am and I am sure I am not fully human until after 7 am.
She is nurturing me, patting my back, cirling my face with her sweet little hands.
Who can resist such love? Such utter cuteness?
She has captured my heart.
Again.
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