a good night's sleep

In the wee-hours of the morning, I felt myself sandwiched between sprawling legs, arms, mis-matched covers & fuzzy feet. Yes, fuzzy feet.

It turns out, when your bed is invaded by your kid and preschooler, you don't get much in the way of a good, deep sleep. The REM kind. But you do get a lot of the heart-filling kind. Breathing in your babies that are getting 'so big'. Snuggling them closer when you hear them talk-out in their dreams. Covering them up when a shiver creeps in.

I didn't know that I would love this part of motherhood so much. With daddy sleeping on the couch, with one twin that needed extra cuddles because of his coughing ... the bigs took full advantage and, one by one, snuck their way into mama's arms.

Maybe I didn't get the rejuvenating sleep I needed. But my mommy-tank has been replenished. And just like that, I receive a gentle kiss, with a whisper, "I'm thirsty ... I'm gonna go get some water" ... and our morning begins with everyone seeming just a bit more ready to take on the day.

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I originally wrote this {OVER!!!} three years ago now.

THREE YEARS. Three years have passed. Two have gone through Kindergarten ... two, now four, have graduated preschool and two more are in the thick of it all, learning, counting, "reading", seeing colors & shapes and patterns. Reading small sentences. Recognizing words. 

We've added one more.

Who's adding more words. More sentences. More snuggles. 

I'm seeing the pattern too. I know what this will look like in a few months ... in a year ...

It's all going by so quickly. Is this what a good night's sleep looks like in your world? 

The days are long, but the years are short. 

Cute lil' puddle jumpers 

Cute lil' puddle jumpers