savagemama: Watching Mommy

When I took a shower yesterday morning, Eliza cruised around the bathroom chatting to herself, playing with everything in the room besides her toys. When I got out and dried off I went through my “beauty routine” of putting lotion on my face. Then I put a little product in my hair. My hair is wavy in this dry, dry climate and requires a little something to give it some life. As I ran my hands through my hair, I looked in the mirror and could see Eliza standing behind me, running her hands through her hair, mimicking me. I almost started to cry but instead picked her up, kissed her and sat her on the bathroom counter so she would be closer to me. I'm finding I don't want her too far from me these days.