Sometimes, in the wee morning hours, Lottie finds her way to my bed.
I am half asleep but can hear her say:
"Mama?"
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.
It's the strong divine nature in us.
As soon as I woke up this morning, I observed Lottie sleeping in her bed.
I couldn't help but admire her red hair framing her angelic face,
and the gentle rise and fall of her little tummy with each breath.
I closely studied her tiny fingers and perfect lips.
It's amazing how quickly she is growing up.
Stop, Lottie, stop!
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