So this morning, I woke up at 4am. Very reluctantly. Keaton had already made her way down to my bed (I say 'my' because Dan is gone) which didn't phase me too much, but at 4am, in comes walking sweet miss Mallory. She is holding a new pull-up, which makes me assume she woke herself up going to the bathroom in her pullup (sorry-too much info, I am sure). So after we got dry pullups on and settled back in to go back to sleep, I experienced one of the "life can't get any better than this" moments. It took us both a while to get back to sleep, but that time was so precious. She lay next to me, looking at me tiredly, holding my face between her two sweet little hands, quietly singing some of her favorite songs...until she finally drifted back to sleep.
Moments like that are the moments that remind me how incredibly blessed I am. How nothing else matters but the two precious girls who are laying next to me...and of course, my wonderful husband who I miss these nights he is away.