Now that she can climb up here by herself, she grabs a pillow, a stack of books, and nestles in. If you could only know what my heart did when I walked back into her room and saw this. For all the moments of toddler wrestling that go on throughout the day, it’s watching her snuggle up happily into her crib for a nap, waking up all snuggly-sleepy-sweaty, puttering around her room with a constant stream of dialogue, and then this. Those sweet feet sticking out from underneath a book, delightful. I could eat her up, I really could. And she would just giggle, and then let me.