When my firstborn was new, she and I wiled away the hours sleeping snuggling and bonding in the recliner, and on the couch… and in my bed.
My middle child; another snuggler. I’m pretty sure that when Lance would arrive home from work he’d wonder if we had done anything but sleep all day.
And then my busy little girl came along. This one nursed in record time and wanted. her. space. She was born a teenager, I do believe. Not much snuggling to be had, which probably worked out for the best since I was now a very busy mom of three.
But I miss the snuggling.
I miss being crushed under the weight of a sleeping toddler (middle child liked to sleep on top of me until he was nearly two years old).
I miss the sweet baby breath whispering in my ear.
This morning my girl woke up early. Too early. With a cough. “Mama! Maaaammmmaaaa!” Normally off to the races the moment I lift her out of her crib, this morning she laid her head on my chest.
“Blankie. Nigh Nigh.”
And we snuggled.
This post is linked to Gratituesday and Talk About Tuesday