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<\/p>\nOne of my favorite moments that we share is when she is in the right mood, sleeping on my pillow, and I go to rub her belly, and she thinks about it for a second and then basically launches her entire body into a massive stretch, involving every muscle in her body. Her “fingers” splay out, her “toes” stretch – it is an awesome privilege that she trusts me so much to allow it.<\/p>\n
Then of course sometimes, mid-stretch, she gets a little nervous like, “Oh no. Am I allowing her to see too much? I am too vulnerable right now, emotionally … Is it okay? Or …”<\/p>\n
It’s like her mind splits. Her body is still stretching but her face suddenly becomes conscious and alarmed.<\/p>\n
I have been in exactly the same situation before in my life. I relate, Hope, honey, it’s okay.<\/p>\n
I happened to catch such a moment with my camera the other day.<\/p>\n
1. Glorious uninhibited stretch
\n2. Sudden realization, while stretching, of her own precarious emotional vulnerability<\/p>\n
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One of my favorite moments that we share is when she is in the right mood, sleeping on my pillow, and I go to rub her belly, and she thinks about it for a second and then basically launches her … Continue reading