This morning Avery crawled into bed with me right after Jeremy left for work. Honestly, my first thought was, “Noooo. Please go back to sleep! It’s barely 5am. And if your sister wakes up too, I’m going to cry. Today is going to be baaaad.”
But then she scooted to the middle of the bed and laid down facing me. I put my head back on my pillow and moved closer to her. She grabbed my hand and fell back asleep. And my heart softened to goo.
I wished that there was someone there to take a picture of that moment. Because I never ever want to forget it. I want it tattooed into my brain. Instead, I’ll put the moment here. In my good little blog. My memory keeper.