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Moment in Time

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Peacefully asleep, dreaming of warm summer days, dreaming of the day I get to sleep in, dreaming of a hundred things that are just beyond my grasp. Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud…. “wha’s tha’?” I think groggily to myself. One heavy eyelid opens slowly to assess the situation. Little boy silently standing next to my bed, staring at me. After the “creepy, how long has he been there” thought passes through my foggy brain, I think “wow, he’s adorable,” just as he scrambles into my bed and snuggles in beside me. I can see the curl of a smile on his lips as he scrunches his eyes closed. In this moment, the “parent-y” side of me wants to march him back to bed and tell him not to get out until the sun is shining. The “human-y” side of me puts my arms around him and holds him close, curls my mouth into a smile, and scrunches my eyes closed. How many more precious moments like this will I have before he’s “too big” for snuggles? I don’t know, so I’d better hold onto this moment in time.

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