Wednesday, February 03, 2016

High Alert

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Sometimes in the wee morning hours Lottie finds her way to my bed.
I am half asleep but can hear her say:
I turn over (sometimes not even opening my eyes), hold my hands out almost
automatically and pull her up close to me in bed.  
Then we fall right to sleep just the three of us; Me, Mr. Nielson and Punkin.
I think my "mama" ears are always on high alert when I am asleep
because I can hear my children upstairs crying or laughing and even talking 
in their sleep and it will wake me right up.
But I could probably sleep through a firework show right out my window.
I have observed that just the opposite would happen for Mr. Nielson.
He'll jerk right out of bed at the sound of a slammed door, 
footsteps, or even the wind.  
Before I got out of bed this morning, I watched Lottie sleep.
I noticed her red hair around her angelic face and I watched her little tummy 
rise and fall with each breath. I examined her little fingers and perfect lips.
I can't believe she is growing up so fast.
Stop Lottie stop!