Even after

Even after I force MLO to let me change her diaper.

Then later throw her (screaming) into the bathtub and hold her still so I can wash her hair and body.

Scoop her out of the bathtub and force her to put on a clean diaper and jammies (with more screaming and much squirming).

All she wants to do, to be happy and content again, is sit in my lap and have me give her hugs. Even after I was the one who did all the horrible things to her.

And this is part of why words can't even express how much I love her.