This morning I wanted nothing more than to sleep late. I was up until 2 a.m. writing and re-writing a post and dealing with site issues on one of my other blogs.
Last night I asked my kids (okay I really commanded!) not to wake me up early. They know what to do when they get up. There’s fruit on the table, cereal in the cabinet, toys and books and tv to occupy them. Thankfully they adhered to my wished and let me sleep until the divine hour of nine!
Around nine BJ gently climbed into bed with and my first thought was sigh, it’s time to get up. Then he crawled under the covers without saying a word and snuggled in to me. I whispered good morning and he said I just wanted to snuggle with you.
Mia found her way in and we smushed together in the bed discussing the shadows on the ceiling and the shape of the ceiling fan.
I held on for a long time soaking in the moment.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold on though. Will he still want to snuggle with me when he’s nine or twelve or sixteen?
This is the reason I write here. To remember these moments that cannot be captured with a camera. Moments that will slip from my mind as time passes and children grow.
