Well, because of the insane winds and loss of power I relocated us to the downstairs couch in the middle of the night. Panda had her headlamp on and we snuggled and listened to an audiobook. The huge trees all around our house were so loud that we both had a hard time getting back to sleep.
We are still snuggled on the couch. I am awake. She is not.
She always says “I’m hot-blooded Mama” and she is. Like a little space heater. Warm and little kid nighttime sweaty. Her hair is fanned out on the pillow, her feet are crossed, and her hands are on her belly- rising and falling with each tiny snore. I can’t stop staring at her and thinking about how lucky I am for every moment that I get to share with her. She is beautiful and amazing.
It wasn’t my initial plan but I decided to let her sleep in today. Maybe I will take her to school later and maybe I won’t. Maybe I will talk to her about the shooting in Newtown later and maybe I won’t.
All I know for sure is that right now feels perfect and this is exactly where we need to be.
This is about as good as it gets.