she’s so happy

The other morning Claire was sleeping and Jeremy was off making the tea and I was lying sideways across the bed reading Kenneth Clark. She didn’t even hoot when she woke up, just sized up the situation, then crawled commando-style down the quilt and over my elbow so she could roll over and lie in my arms laughing up into my face.

And people wonder why we call her Wiggle Worm.

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