Erika warms my hands (and a picture from the docks)

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Photo of Erika after Church on Sunday, when she insisted we "go rest'rant, eat food; then go playground."
She picked out her outfit, btw. Hair in a braid, her white celebrity sunglasses, a purple cardigan with a bow on her shoulder.
She's looking at the bay from the docks.


We lay down to cuddle on the couch to watch some TV after dinner, and she suddenly announced "your hands cold."

She sat up, sandwiched my hand between her two small palms, and began to rub back and forth with such gentle tenderness, dedicated concentration, loving affection that made my heart melt.

Honestly, that's the kind of stuff that makes you proud to be a parent. She's everything I'd hoped for.

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She's the sweetest.