I know it’s rather cliche to say that I am grateful for my children. But today, I really had the opportunity to reflect on what it means to have these little people in my life.
It was 6:35 am when I could hear Lil’E scooting ehr bum down the stairs to the basement bedroom where I have been taking up residence as I prepare for my exam (another long story that I will save for another post). She flung open the bedroom door and announced: “Good morning, Mommy! It’s Lil’E!”
Her announcement seemed to imply that there would be more than one little girl in our house who would bumscoot her way into my bedroom at such a time of the day. She proceeded to climb up onto the chest at the foot of the bed and then pounce onto the bed with an exuberance that only a 3 year-old can have at such an obscene time. “Oh, I woke you up, Mommy. I’m sorry.”
Uh huh. I’m sure she was sorry.
Regardless, her giant blue eyes looked at me and then she threw herself right onto my chest for our first hug of the morning.
It may have been 6:35am, and this may be a time that I am usually already at work on a day I am not meant to be studying, but it was a time that I got to spend cuddling my not-so-little baby.
I am grateful for Lil’E, and for her big brothers Big E and A. They are my world, and I can’t imagine my life without them anymore.
I love this! The little moments that are so precious. ❤
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