Stolen Moments

In my drowsy state, I barely felt the bed shift as he slipped in next to me. He was still warm from sleep, and I shifted to make room. Still, with the space a queen size bed has to offer, he chose to occupy my side and my pillow. His hair tickled my cheek, his breath, warm on my neck. He snuggled in closer, and threw an arm across me.

"I love you," he whispered.

I lay there, not wanting to wake up. I let my fingers trace the smooth curve of his shoulder.

"Stop it Mommy! You're tickling me," he giggled.

Yes people, I stole a moment this morning, as my 5-year old came in for a quick snuggle and hug.

Hope you have a great day!

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife