I am happy.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
This morning I was laying in bed. Claire had drifted off to sleep while nursing, and was breathing softly against my chest. We laid there together, snuggled in against the morning cold, dreaming our dreams. I heard a group of children outside playing, gleefully chasing a dog. It occurred to me that one day soon it would be my daughter's voice I would hear. Then I envisioned her coming in our open bedroom door some Saturday morning, awake and not wanting to be alone. I imagine that I can feel her cold toes as she cuddles under the blankets with us, asks her daddy to tickle her.