I only have one daughter. It's hard to describe how I feel about her.
When Sprout was a baby she would wake up about six, right before the sun, hungry. The Captain would bring her in and she would nurse. We'd both fall asleep and I'd wake up about seven, when the sun was up and coming through the curtains, her warm body nestled against me, her tiny feet pressed into my tummy, and her little snore, content.
This move has not been easy on my girl. Several times a night she comes into our room, and wordlessly climbs onto our mattress on the floor. She tucks herself into my curves and we put our arms around each other. She stays for a little while before returning to her own bed. Sometimes she comes back several times throughout the night, filling up her emotional reserve.
In the day she wants so many hugs. She tells me "your hugs are the BEST; they are so soft and warm." She compliments my kisses, and expresses her adoration in gushing exclamations.
We are back to infancy where her pressing needs can be met in my bosom, and my arms, and kisses on her hair. What a sweet gift.