10:45pm. Way past bedtime (for one who's been up for over 24 hours).
It was imperative that the laundry get done.
There were dishes to wash, and toys to put away.
Pajamas to don; teeth to brush.
But I didn't care.
Baby and I were enjoying the best snuggles of our lives.
Thank you, M, for allowing that rare privilege.
1 comment:
I remember those days. CHerish them always. NOw I have a 4 year old wishing to do the same. Aah.
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