I woke up this morning with a headache, a sore neck and back, and slightly cold. The terrific threesome destroyed the bed the night before and Jory tried to repair it. Yeah, that skill needs some work. On each side of me are my babies, my oldest and my youngest, and both abhorring blankets. And since I’m in the middle I’m pretty much blankletless since they both have pushed and kicked the blankets down.
My neck and back were hurting because I was sandwiched between the two of them, laying at an awkward angle to compensate for their horrible sleeping positions. And on top of that, I fell asleep on my reading pillow and not my sleeping pillow. UGH! I hate when that happens. I’m very much a princess in the pea when it comes to pillows. But I won’t get started on that.
So with all that going on, I looked to my right and there lay my beautiful baby boy. I kissed the top of his forehead, kissed his left cheek, kissed his sweet little lips. Looking at him, I remembered the baby who would lie on my chest and eat while we watched Conan together at one in the morning. He was no longer that tiny baby anymore. He is a big boy, but he will always be my baby. My first. And I love him endlessly.
I turned to my left and watched my youngest baby sleep. Taking in the scratches on her face created by her too long fingernails, I marveled at how in her wonderfully made compact body lies one busy little girl who gets into things, more than her siblings ever did or do. I kissed her cheeks and her sweet little lips and pondered when it all changed. When my baby went from being more angelic in her sleep than during the waking hours.
I pulled up the comforter and electric blanket and snuggled down completely in awe I am to be lying in-between two such wonderful creatures.
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