i want to hold this morning forever. i brought maeve into our bed around 8. for the past 92 minutes she's slept next to me. now she's across my lap...slowly waking, groaning, and stretching...and falling in and out of sleep. just a handful of her super-long baby eyelashes remain. her little forehead is dry and in need of some love.
i just looked down and a few tears that have slowly been working their way down my cheeks are in perfectly round drops on her polar fleece sleep sack. to know that in four days our lazy and cuddly mornings, our long mid-day walks with hobbes, our unstructured time, and our hours and hours together will be different is just a little heartbreaking.
hobbes just whined downstairs letting us know he needs to go out, pulling us up and out of bed...to savor these last days together in this special bubble of a place we've lived in for the the past three months.