The other night, Minnie was like 90 minutes off her schedule which means she threw in an extra! bonus! fun! wake up. Instead of getting up just once between 3-4am, she woke up at 1:30am and then again at 4:45. When I heard her at 6:01, I just sort of groaned, and Ben dragged himself out of bed like a bear and stumbled into the kitchen to mash the brew button on the coffee pot before lumbering down the hall to her room to collect her, wild-haired and red-cheeked in her sleep sack. He handed her to me and burrowed back under his covers, tossing a diaper on my bed in case I wanted to un-bag her. I nestled her under my arm, and the two of us snuggled up together. She didn't even want to nurse, just to sleep with a hand on my face. I woke up at 6:48 when she stretched and hit me in the nose and stared at her pouty open mouth and all her sharp white teeth and her pin cushion cheeks, and I was just so overwhelmingly grateful. For her, sure, but also for all of the kids and Ben and my warm bed, and these 20 months of togetherness that reminded me how it was to be a mom to little kids even though most of mine are big, for our stinky dog and a job that still brings me joy. And that the coffee was still fresh in its carafe (because it turns off after an hours). What a wonderful life.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.
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