Little Arms, Infinite Love!!!!!
After a long day of adventures—annoying Amma at the kitchen counter, keeping Appa company on a long walk amidst the Nilgiri trees—he finally gives in to sleep. His tiny body rests against Appa’s shoulder, the weight of his love pressing gently as Appa slowly transfers him to me before his office call. I cradle him to bed, thinking he’ll stay put, but even in his deepest sleep, he pulls me close—his little hands searching, holding, never letting go. Even in his deep sleep, he extends his arms, wrapping me into him, our cheeks pressed together, his breath warm and soft against my skin. And every time I try to pull away, even the tiniest bit, he instinctively pulls me right back. And in that very moment, everything that bothers me feels like one insignificant speck—completely irrelevant—because here I am, wrapped in the sweetest drug, this little human who makes me feel utterly high on love. Nothing else matters. Everything else fades. I just get totally transcended by him. The si...