With out fail, a child ends up in our bed every night. And to be honest, I love it. I love climbing into bed only to find a little body snuggling beneath the covers. And I love the feeling of their bodies against mine as we sleep. It seems to drain away all anxiety and stress from the day as I hold them and feel their hearts beating. Such sweet times.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Little Sneaks
With out fail, a child ends up in our bed every night. And to be honest, I love it. I love climbing into bed only to find a little body snuggling beneath the covers. And I love the feeling of their bodies against mine as we sleep. It seems to drain away all anxiety and stress from the day as I hold them and feel their hearts beating. Such sweet times.
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