Last night, when I accidentally woke her up, she stood up (as she usually does) reaching out for a cuddle. I picked her up (as I usually do) and held her in my arms. At that moment I was reminded how precious this time is. It won't be long before she doesn't fit in my arms anymore, or she doesn't 'accidentally' wake up when I go and check on her. These cuddles will end and, along with other cherished moments in life, will be treasured up as distant memories.
So I am going to sneak as many cuddles as I can...while I still can!
Dale and I had a similar conversation last night. I dread the day when i feel she no longer needs me. He tried to assure me that no matter her size or age, she will never be too big for a 'Mummy cuddle' <3
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