Humans evolved always physically close to nurture, to a parent or tribe member to protect them. As such there is a need for being carried, to observe the world from such safety and comfort.
Carrying a child is hug for both, for both feel the heartbeat of the other and the steady warmth.
This form as two hearts, my child and me. That's love, right, your everything belongs to their tiny form. So it is my joy to carry her, to be the feet we place upon the Earth as she wiggles and giggles, pointing out all the things that spark her brain to curiosity. Sometimes she is quiet, so absorbed in the world around us, yet always we are connected, bonded; that is the beauty of my existence and always will be.
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