It's become a regular thing for Rebecca to stand on the toilet while I put my contacts in each morning. This morning after telling me again how weird it is that I have to touch my eye to put my contacts in, she sadly said "Mom, I wish you could carry me."
Oh how I miss that too.
She's gotten very good at climbing up on my lap so I can hold her to my lap, but I do miss being able to pick her up and hold her.
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