I truly can. not. imagine anyone loving anyone as much as I love my girls. The adoration, the affection, the love, the gratitude, the awe I have of these young beings keeps me in bed in the mornings just so I can listen to their hushed whispers as they wake each other. I wonder will I find a tea party set to the nines or a bed covered (and I mean covered) with the tiniest of Playmobil pieces when I finally uncover myself from my flannel haven?
There are mornings the youngest sleeps in and all I hear are pages turning against bedcovers. Other days it's the thump, patter, patter, patter rush to the bathroom. But one of my greatest gifts is the quiet, oh so quiet, of a creeping child to the side of my bed, the gentle kiss on my cheek and full hug snuggle of her just wanting to be with me.
Morning suck without my girls. They make my day glorious.
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