I'm one of those people that needs a good night's sleep every single night. I have the ability to fall asleep quickly and completely, and my husband will attest to the fact that it's rare for anything to wake me up. I sleep soundly for at least 8 hours every night. I love it, and I need it.
The last two nights, however, I have not slept well at all.
That would be because a certain six-year-old has crawled into our bed sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I don't remember her getting in bed with us, but I definitely remember being awakened by her elbow in my face, and her leg across my back.
As much as I'm tempted to keep complaining about the two rotten night's sleep I've had, I'm not. Because I love that little six-year-old girl so much. She's my baby, and there is nothing sweeter than waking up and seeing her curled up on her side with her little hands folded prayerlike, and tucked up under her frecked cheek. So sweet!
My "baby" is starting first grade soon and venturing into the realm of all day school, and my heart is heavy. I've been a mom for eleven years, and in those eleven years, I've always had at least one child at home with me. Life as I've known it will be changing soon, and it feels so bittersweet.
So, as long as a certain little someone ventures into our bed in those wee hours, I'll be letting her stay. And holding that sweet little one close...all thru the night, and all the days ahead.