Bella comes into our room this morning at 6:30 a.m. She cuddles up next to me. I wrap my arms around her, so thankful for these moments......knowing they will be short lived. Knowing one day soon she will be going to sleep-overs and driving to school. Crawling into bed with Mom and Dad will be a thing of the past.
We drift off to sleep, suddenly she wakes me.
"Mommy you are snoring"
"Sorry honey" and we fall back to sleep. What seems like a minute later,
"Mommy you are snoring again"
"Sorry buddy mommy has a cold" We drift back to sleep, or at least I do.
"Mommy you are still snoring"
"Bella I am really sorry, but you need to try and get some rest"
I really want to explain to her that I have about 15 extra pounds of babies that I am trying to manuever around pillows and blankets so I can get some rest. My heartburn is making me feel as if steam is coming out of my ears, and I do have a slight cold which isn't helping me sleep. However, it is apparently making me snore.
Instead, I drift back to sleep laughing to myself. Even three year olds can become agitated when things are not going their way. But, I am still grateful for the chance to cuddle with her and scratch her back.
Reflecting on it this morning, I think about how as a parent I love these precious moments of cuddles and kisses from my daughter. Knowing that God loves us in a way I can not even fathom, blows my mind sometimes. He loves to embrace us despite our agitations when things do not seem to be going our way.
I was also laughing this morning at what my night stand has looked like as of late. Mylanta, twin book, and wedding ring all resting beside each other. Pregnancy is in a realm of its own!
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