I got up at 5AM the other morning, my 4 year old’s feet in my back. My one year old woke up and I put him in bed with me too and snuggled him back to sleep.
When I got up I looked down at the two of them lying there, side by side, one tow headed, the other with his auburn curls. I fell in love with them a little more, surprised yet again by the depths of my ability to love them.
It was still dark outside and I was getting up to get some writing done before they woke and our crazy day began. I had to remind myself to picture them lying here peacefully, remember how much I adore them when I felt compelled to yell at them in a couple hours for stealing each other’s toys or playing in the toilet.