The Day I Was Grateful for a Visitor

This little man sleeps in our bed nearly every night.  We don't want it to be that way.  He starts out in his own bed, but somewhere between 2 and 5 in the morning, he wakes up and joins us.  Tonight, however, he got an early start.  He was there when we came down to bed.

Even though we want him to sleep through the night in his own bed (I have a hunch he sleep walks), I still cherish each night he spends with us.  Those days will be gone before we know it, and, sure, we'll be glad for the solid nights rest, but I'll miss his squishy cheeks, soft skin, and sweet breath next to me.

So, here's to sleep-overs.

Here's to snuggles.

And here's to a Better Mommy Me.