Sometimes she just needs a hug

Last night, my sweet daughter was restless for two hours, my wife taking the brunt of the sleeplessness. I finally awoke and my wife informed me of long brouhaha, and I rolled out of bed to try my hand at calming my little princess.

It took three attempts, but what finally worked was this: I scooped her up held her tight against my chest, her arms around my neck, and there we stood for a couple of minutes. My sweet girl was lonely. She leaned toward the bed, signaling the end of her hug.  I put her in her bad where she slept peacefully the rest of the night.

Sometimes she just needs a hug.

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