Wake Up Call

Every single morning, little kid crawls into bed with me and curls his little body around mine. He snuggles himself into me and kisses my cheeks and forehead and brushes my hair away from my face and quietly talks about how he loves me or how I'm such a good mommy (the best he's ever had!) or this painting on the wall in front of our bed that really confuses him.

Lately my cat goes into his room and wakes him up by purring and kneading his tummy with her paws, so she accompanies him as he relocates into my room and she purrs and rubs her face on both of our faces and walks back and forth between us, stopping to curl up on our chests and gently sniff our eyebrows and eyelashes (no idea what her deal is with this, she's done it forever).

Then Big Kid usually joins us for a quick cuddle. This is more likely to happen on school mornings but I will happily take what I can get.

And as I'm literally loved awake every single morning, I can't help but think of how lucky I am and how I never want them to grow up and leave me.

Even if it means never sleeping in again.