My favorite feeling is knowing that I make a baby feel so comfortable and secure to fall asleep on my shoulder as I hold her. Even when she's being a little naughty and I scold her and she cries. She'll crawl to me upset and climb up so I can hold her. It's like her way of saying sorry. How can I be mad at her? I can't. So I hold her and her crying stops with big globes of tears trailing down her cheeks.
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