the restful moments

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Only moments before, "Mommy, eyes. Mommy, nose. Mommy, mouf. Mommy, Gamma. Mommy, Jesus. Mommy, hold you. Mommy eyes" as she pokes and prods at my own face, I try by close-eyed example to convince her that a nap would really be a good thing. At the same time, behind my closed eyes, trying to stay awake long enough to retain the motivation I had to get a bunch of things checked off of my to-do list before we tried laying her down for a nap. And then, the moment. She is still, and silent, and the breaths come rhythmically. I know I can safely open my own eyes again because the sandman has stolen her away for what will turn out to be a few brief hours. And yet, I don't want to get up right away - snuggling here in this hard-earned moment is sweet. So, before I get up, there we lay, my arm around her, hers around my neck, sweetly stealing some minutes in today that are restful for both of us.
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