The sweetest thing

When Little Man gets really sleepy – as in, beyond the tired, whiny phase where every disappointment results in a meltdown – he settles down a bit, snuggles up to me, and very carefully, very gently winds his fingers through my hair.

Cherishing the moment here.

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