So here I am, lying on the floor with buggie at 1 am. We have been hanging here for almost two hours. Me, wide awake because she woke me so soon after falling asleep, and her on the verge of sleeping but not quite there. She is cuddled up close to me, half on me, as I type this on my phone. She just yawned and ran her fingers along my cheek. I am suddenly filled with the knowledge again that this beautiful moment, like all the difficult ones, will pass. My eyes are full of tears as I know that soon she will not want me when she can't sleep. Soon she will not want to hold me as tight as I want to hold her. Soon my heart will break and mend all over again as she grows more independent and makes her own decisions, which will no longer include k and I.
I came into her room annoyed, because I really want to be sleeping. I will walk out of here a renewed mama as she reminds me, yet again, that this too shall pass.
I love you buggie, with my whole heart and soul. Without you my life would be boring, incomplete. Thank you for these times, thank you for your love, and most of all, thank you for being mine.