"When you say that somethin', I wanna hold your hand!" - The Beatles, I Wanna Hold Your Hand
The long, slow process of learning how to be affectionate has totally paid off in this house. Not that it was ever I who needed to learn, I have spent more hours smooching this child than I have taking showers in the last several years, I'll wager. But ever so slowly, she has learned to give her love to me, and I am finally really enjoying being on the receiving end. Except when she does her pretend-bite kisses, but that's another thing.
Yesterday, she was a little tired after the museum and just wanted to watch some Sesame Street. I came and sat with her on the couch, snuggled up next to her under a blanket, and we held hands through the whole episode, spiders and letters and dinosaurs and all.
She is such a very large-sized girl that her hand fits in mine the way, say, a kindergartener's would, so her fingers are long enough to completely encompass my palm. We aren't doing that baby hand-holding where they grasp a finger, this is the real deal. And it's pretty much like a drug to me.