2:00 am, little noises that sound like sniffling but its only been 3 hours since the last feeding. Frustrated a bit but not enough to erase the smile from my face as I sit up slowly. By the time I'm fully upright, the sniffling is a cry.
"Don't get up, I got him," from my husband, across the room, "he just needs his binkie."
I melt all over our bed immediately.
"Bring him over here with us" I whisper.
Back to sleep for the next few hours, but not before I catch my sweet boys, laying next to me, Daddy's finger wrapped in a tiny hand in the dark.
This hurts my heart, makes that lump in my throat throb. This is love.
2 comments:
"only been 3 hours since he ate"?????
my god my kid eats every fricken hour and a half!!!
thats too bad. You need to beat him.
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