love

The last thing I do after putting Oscar down in his crib to sleep is give him a little kiss on the cheek. He has now started 'blowing' me a kiss afterwards. Well, kissing his hand, anyway. It's stinking adorable. 

Then, yesterday, Sylvia was going to another room but wouldn't go by herself. 

Me: you're a big girl, you don't need me. 

Sylvia (taking my hand): But mami, I love you. 

This morning: 

Me: Rafa, why didn't you sleep without crying last night?

Rafa: because I wanted you to snuggle with me. 

Heart melting.