A friend beautifully coined and defined the word “spoy” which is a combo of the word spoiled and the gender of the child that is spoiled, in her case a boy. Mine is spirl because Layla is so a spirl.
I was watching TV and placed Rowan across my lap as I watched. I was rubbing her back and fiddling with her hair as she slept peacefully, when I noticed the baby’s eyes were open. I tried to avoid direct eye contact because I knew she would want to be in Rowan’s position.
My avoidance was going well, until she sat up. Then she reached out her arms and I picked her up in my arms. I cradled her over Rowan’s body. I looked at her as she contently laid there and thought this is what you wanted the whole time for me to either move Rowan or cradle you. I kissed her lips and said, “Spirl.”
My very own spirl.
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