11-30-16

Milly had been a wee bit naughty last night and had ended up running up the stairs to her room sobbing, VERY angry with her mom.  A few moments later, as I was sitting on the couch I heard small feet come down the stairs and then hesitate on the last few. Without turning around I softly said "What is it, Camilla?"  She sniffily and somewhat angrily said "Well I just really need a hug right now and so I need you to give me one ... but I'm still mad at you ok"  I told her I understood, and she ran and cuddled up in my arms on the couch.  My little huggy monkey.  I wish we'd always end all our arguments this way, but I know all too soon that'll change.