Sabrina can't say I love you. She can't talk. But she can feel, I just know she can!
Her latest and greatest "thing" is grabbing my hair at the base of my head, ripping it from its home inside my always present ponytail and then violently shoving her face into the crook of my neck (note this often during the times I'm trying to ever so subtly lay my big head on her tiny shoulder because honestly, I think it probably looks really cute to bystanders).
It reminds me off the force with which I often want to hug her, and I have that desire because I just love her so much I could squeeze her until her head popped right off. But I don't, because that's dangerous and it would be awful if that really happened.
So I've decided the force with which she crams her head into my neck and pulls my hair is the same as the force that I want to hug her with, which in short, means she loves me. A lot.
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I know that feeling!! "squeeze them until their head pops off"! LOL! She DOES love you that much!
Ah! Jenna says she loves me in a similar way, but instead of burying her head into the crook of my neck she comes at me, mouth open, hands full of hairs from the back of my pony tail and she bites at my chin. I can't back away because both hands are holding the back of my head with those very fine hairs in her grasp. Even with those tiny teeth, I still love every painful minute of it.
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