Friday, July 31, 2009
Daddy Giggles
I don't think I related the very first giggle; I don't remember exactly when it came but it's been some weeks. Now, however, I feel compelled to memorialize her special giggles--the giggles that come when Daddy returns home from work. It's not that she never giggles with me, just that her daddy giggles are plentiful and infectious. During the day, we play or she plays, and I think she feels safe, comfortable, cherished. When Daddy comes though, it's a fabulous surprise, and his funny voices, crazy songs, and tickling fingers are so much louder, more animated, and less familiar than my own that Caterpillar Girl erupts in fits of giggles. And that sets us all to giggling. When daddy comes through the door, before I get up to start dinner, we share magical, timeless moments.
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