This morning our boys woke up at 4:50. That is, in case anybody is wondering, way too early!
You were extremely sweet and kind as I had to leave by 6:00. I tooled around with everybody until 6:00 and you woke up and allowed me to shuffle out the door.
You and I both know you’re not a morning person, but you were a total champ this morning. That helped me not feel like a jerk for having to go so early!
Thank you and I love you!
This morning in the bed with our daughter. The boys were downstairs being crazy 2 yr old boys. I was getting ready for work. When it was time for me to head out, I came into our room and there you two were. Sweetly sleeping. Soft sound of the fan. Soft breathing. You’re on my side, she was on your side. You stir, you get up, you silently get out of the room pulling me with you so we don’t wake her up.
I would have loved to have left you guys alone in there. It was like the boys were downstairs keeping the ladies safe. Although in reality I was ironing a shirt, checking Google Analytics on my other blog, emptying the dishwasher, eating cereal, and changing diapers. The boys… they were throwing their stuffed animals around and doing puzzles.
I love those sweet moments where I feel like a protective husband and dad. And where you look so at peace.
I just decided that I’m writing this for you and not for others, although I decided to set up a Twitter account to Tweet here or there about it. But since this is about you, maybe I should address the posts to ‘you’ instead of ‘she’. I might have another post scheduled later that will say ‘she’, but I think it’ll be more fitting to use me some second person pronouns up in this piece.
Back to the post….
Because you… really sound sweet when you’re breathing in the bed next to me. Every once in a while you have just a slight, ladylike… I can’t really call it a snore. But maybe a raspy thingie going on, but it just accentuates the soft ebb and flow of your breathing. I love it when you’re at peace. I love it when you get to rest. You deserve a lot more rest. I wish I could make it so you could have some more. Maybe we can sell some stuff on Ebay and hire a babysitter more often? Who knows. Or maybe I can stop writing this post and go call some clients!
Because YOU are a sweet sleeper, I fall a bit more in love with you not just during the day, but in the morning when I wake up early and hear you there. I want to take care of your sweet self.