A mother's love

A mother's love is a funny thing.

Last night my preschooler Bug had a huge nightmare, one that I couldn't get her to completely wake up from, so I laid her in our bed. Even though I knew it was going to be a long night (luckily I didn't know how long), I couldn't help but adore her sweet little face breathing by mine. I love her long, dark eye-lashes and and cute little nose. After having been woken up constantly with screaming and kicking in the night and trying to comfort this poor soul, I just wanted to hide in my covers until I had received a full nights rest. I think my girls could sense it because they were going to have none of that.

It was a good morning though I chose to tickle Monkey when she came in asking for more breakfast instead of yell. It was so much fun.

Give me two or three nights of this in a row, and the story would be completely different.

Here's for hoping for no nightmares tonight.

I love my girls.