Cold Feet Brrrrrggh

Yesterday morning, I was lazily trying to figure out what time it was. Basically, I was laying with my back to the clock guessing if it was 3am or 6am or 11pm. I was only in suspense for a few moments, when I realized the reason I was awake at all was a rustling noise. I strained to clarify what it was that was making said rustling but nothing seemed to move. 6:03am is what the clock told me, much to my dismay. Church starts at 9am and Little Miss and I leave around 8:30, in order to get her to Sunday School on time. Not enough time to go back to sleep but too much time to get up!

I was just about to roll over and go back to sleep when a whisper from the end of my bed said in a whisper, "Mommy, the dogs are excited! I think they want to eat me for breakfast". Smiling in the dark, I told her that was probably not the case. Then asked her if she wanted to lay down a minute with me. For the first time in a month, she agreed. Then she came up and laid down with her head on my pillow... but face to face... not spooning or snuggling. I closed my eyes for a minute, sooo tired was I, but opened my eyes just for a second to check on Little Miss. Who was laying WIDE EYED looking at my face. I smiled. She smiled. I squeezed her arm. She squeezed my arm. Caught up in this sweet intimate moment with my daughter, we matched Monkey See Monkey Do for several minutes. Then she scrunched up her nose, closed her eyes, nestled down in the covers and STUCK HER FREEZING COLD BARE FEET ON MY STOMACH.

I let out a small audible "oooooooohhh" and swallowed my outburst, as Daddy was sleeping 2 feet to my left. I thanked God for that little moment with my daughter and made a mental note to call Papa and apologize for the years that I woke him up like that.