This afternoon, spontaneously dancing with Caroline in our living room, with Emma tucked between us and giggling at her Mums' antics, I was reminded that this was one of my fantasies before we had kids - dancing together with our baby.
The reality was not quite the same as the fantasy - in the fantasy, the baby wasn't wiping her snotty nose on my shoulder and bleating like a broken food processor, and there were no dishes waiting in the kitchen to be done - but on the whole, the reality is pretty darn sweet. And I thought, the snot is worth it; it's what makes it reality, and not just fantasy.
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