"Mama, I had a bad dream!"
Early morning. Still dark out. The king-sized bed with warm flannel sheets is a cozy, safe sanctuary. Within moments, she is sound asleep, curled up by my side. I breathe in her sweet, sleepy scent.
A little while later, Himself and I arise to begin our day. And still she sleeps. Through the showers and other daily routines, through our getting dressed, our morning conversations, and some housekeeping tasks, she sleeps on, oblivious to the goings-on around her.
How many more mornings, I wonder, are left before she no longer needs to crawl into bed with Mama and Daddy after a bad dream?
Oh, precious child. What a blessing it is to be your mama.
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Hmmm, wonder if it is your King sized bed that makes you so gracious about this?!! I always get grumpy when a certain little-un crawls in between us.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it is because we only have a Queen, though...
Next time I'll remember that it's only for a season.
Nice.
Yes, Jeanne, we got the king-sized bed several years ago when BOTH girls often opted to climb in with us. It was a smart decision! :-)
ReplyDeleteI had a morning like that recently and wondered much the same thing. My "little" girl is getting so big. {sigh}
ReplyDeleteMy heart holds these sorts of memories in a special little corner. I pull them out when I need to be reminded of those days that seem so distant. Nothing like tucking a little sleepy child under your chin where you can smell their warm little heads.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments on my blog. :)