Confessions of a Little

It was a weekend away at this quaint bed and breakfast where I let myself be taken care of like the little one I wanted to be. He was everything I needed, patient, kind, and strong. We played with stuffed animals and watched cartoons... it felt so right to just enjoy being childish again. He would read stories to me before bedtime... and other things too. There's something about surrendering control in that way... it's freeing yet thrilling at the same time. I'm still blushing thinking back on how much fun it was, even though it feels silly admitting it now.