When I put Lilli to bed she hangs out on my lap for a while while I sing and we rock. It's our cuddle time and it gets her nice and sleepy. Well, tonight when I put her to bed she started rhythmically rubbing her left foot against the fabric of my pants. It's a strange thing to get excited about maybe, but it's something I've done all my life.
Hmmm. It looks a little weird now that I've seen it written down, but it's not that creepy, it's a contentment thing. Like, I can't purr, but when I'm comfortable and happy I rub a foot on things.
Man, that looks really weird. Well, I have a point, so I'll carry on.
So, as most of you know, I was adopted as a baby. And if you know that, you know that I think it was the best thing that could have happened to me and I'm happy with the way my life has gone and in general have no complaints at all. Oh yeah, and I'd recommend adoption as something to strongly consider to anybody. But until I had my girls, I never had anybody who I looked like or who looked like me. Even though they have a healthy dose of their daddy mixed in, the girls look a LOT like me. And then to have Lilli express her happiness with her cuddle in the exact same way that I would? In a way that is apparently genetic? Can you see that I would be almost beside myself with delight? Ahhhhh.
Yeah, I think you can understand that.