They’re in our bed again.
What I hate in the night I love in the morning.
I wrap myself in it like a big snuggly blanket,
Soak up their sleeping faces and cute tiny toes.
I tickle her feet and snuggle up next to her.
She pushes her feet back against me and whispers softly…..
I can’t hear what she says.
I smile, thinking that she’s being sweet.
I’m being sweet, why would she feel any different?
I move my ear closer to her to listen.
She again whispers….
Parenting in a nutshell.