I’m sitting on the toy box leaning against the wall, which I do every night as I’m waiting for baby girl to fall asleep.
My feet are up on her bed, while she lays, squirming, moving, underneath the covers.
My eyes are closed. I am still. Feigning sleep.
I feel her feet underneath the covers, start to tap against my feet on top of the bed.
“Yes, honey, I can feel your feet.”
I open my eyes and look at her warily.
“Mum, my feet just love your feet, they have to tap them.”
“Okay, but you won’t be able to sleep if you’re tapping my feet all night.”
“But Mum!” (Her favourite catchphrase at the moment).
“My feet are connected to your feet! And my feet are connected to Tato’s feet too, but he’s too far, they can’t reach them…” motions upstairs.
So, not only are our hearts connected… but our feet are too.