Last night, I gave Jewel her bottle as I sang my favorite lullaby. She alternated between studying the flashing LED on the smoke detector above her and locking eyes with me until she was done, pulled out her bottle and plugged in her pacifier.
I pulled out her pacie, brushed her teeth and then let her steal the brush from me and make her escape rolling across the bed. We rolled around laughing until we ended up lying with our faces inches apart, smiling at each other.
Then Jewel reached out, softly rubbed the back of my shoulder and quietly said, “Daddy. Daddy.”