Maeve is entering an interesting phase where she is more aware of her relationship interactions. Just lately she started tilting her head to the side sometimes, and I think it's an attempt to elicit "Awww" from us. It's her being cute. I have to say, the fact that she knows she's cute, well, it's pretty cute.
The best part, though, better than cute head tilts, is that she has started to put her head down on my shoulder, or on my lap, when she wants comfort. She cruises over to me when she needs comfort, when she's tired or sad, and reaches up to be picked up. To me, this feels like love.
I have known since she was born that she needs me; I'm her food source, her transportation, her guide into sleep and back out again. But being loved has more weight to it than being needed. It gives me pure, deep joy, and reminds me that I get a lifetime of this - scraped knee and bruised heart fixing, phone calls when she needs someone to talk to, Mother's Day cards that say there's no one like me. And for me, there will never be anyone like her, my daughter.
I have loved her since I knew she was inside me, but now I think she loves me, too.