As long as I hold her, she’s happy. If I put her down, she fusses. Loudly.
You might think I would resent this a bit, as it definitely makes it harder to accomplish some things. But no.
Not a bit.
My daughter is happy in my arms.
(Although I will confess that I hope I can put her down without fussing before nature calls. In the words of ALF, “Mind over bladder.”)