But I haven't gone to bed yet, so I think it still counts.
Tonight I am thankful that I have a sweet baby in my arms as I type this. At 19-months, she's not really a baby anymore. And, yes, I do wish she were asleep in her own room instead of making my arm go to sleep. There are always so many other important things I could be doing. Like washing dishes or folding laundry or even, gasp, sleeping myself.
But tonight I'm thankful that I'm able to hold her and love and cherish her babyhood a little while longer. Even if my hand is all pins and needles from trying to type while her sweet head cuts off my blood circulation. Sometimes love hurts, lol.
Oh, how I miss those days. My youngest is 5 now and I still let her sleep next to me, just so I can hold her hand and smell her hair. Laundry can wait, hold that baby!!!
ReplyDeleteMy youngest is 7 and the oldest is 17. So many days I wish I could hold them while they are sleeping still. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteAwww...little Sweetie!
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