Back home with my family, waking up together is delicious. So unlike the disoriented, lonely mornings I wake in some anonymous hotel room, alone. We three (yep, I said 3, at age 13 she's still there) wake with giggles and songs, whispering and silly beneath the warmth of the blankets.
Awake first this morning, I waited until the hubb reached that half-sleep, and then whispered my good mornings. "My family. I'm here with my family."
"That's us. Take us or leave us," came from beneath a pillow.
"But where should I take you?"
Then a little voice came from the southern end of the Temperpedic, "To the mall."
I don't know if she was awake or dreaming, but she's certainly a teen.
“You are what I never knew I always wanted”
12 years ago
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Shuzz. Cute ones. Not ones that suck.
It was only yesterday that we would be lying in bed and all of a sudden we would see two eyes peering up from between our feet. She was so little. I realize she doesn't remember all those mornings when we scooped her up and gave her "belly farts", but I know the accumulation of love throughout the years - even those early years - has created the bond that is strong and unbreakable.
It was only yesterday that we would be lying in bed and all of a sudden we would see two eyes peering up from between our feet. She was so little. I realize she doesn't remember all those mornings when we scooped her up and gave her "belly farts", but I know the accumulation of love throughout the years - even those early years - has created the bond that is strong and unbreakable.
Reminds me of our morning yesterday--everyone snuggly under covers and LMJ stretching her vocal cords with some vocal exercises. She sounds like she's excited to discover she can still make noice for another day. She doesn't know how to say "to the mall" yet. Sweet, sweet post. Made me excited to know it can be that good at 13 years out. :)
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