Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Sometimes I wish that my eyes worked as in instant camera, capturing a moment that I could then share, instead of it just being stored in my somewhat questionable memory.

Case in point - 3:30 this morning. I woke to find Addison nestled in between Andy and I down at the foot of the bed. I woke her up and sent her down the hall to her room. She, of course, flipped on the hall light and stumbled down the hall with ManCub, her stuffed giraffe, dragging behind. It was precious - her bedhead, silky nightgown, and stumbling steps illuminated by the hall.

Two hours later I wanted that same camera device available - somehow she had snuck back in our bed and burrowed between us. When Andy pulled her under the covers, in an attempt to reclaim some room, she nuzzled into him, hugging his face and flinging her legs over me. At the same time the cat snuck in the room (where she is really is not allowed) curled up on my reading chair and started to purr.

It was one of those moments that made me laugh and think to myself (being that it was 5:30 in the morning and I knew my husband was in no mood for words):
This is it. This is our life. A tangle of feet and elbows and jockeying for sleep and the cat coolly observing it all from the corner.


Christie said...

Awesome. Your description left a perfect image on my camera needed :)

Kathy said...