A moment of joy...

The hubby was out with old friends Saturday night, I was home with the Monkey Bunch. I put the Wiglet down in her room and then her big brother and I crawled into my bed as it was cold in the house and I didn't see the need to sleep in the cold alone, especially when there is a perfectly nice little boy to snuggle with. Around midnight I heard the girly wake up screaming. I gave it a minute as she usually comforts herself and goes back to sleep, but that didn't happen. So I jumped up and got her and brought her to bed. She immediately asked for her Daddy (which she usually does when she's distressed, Daddy rules!), I said Daddy was out and in her sleepy, little voice she said, "Mmmmm, Daddy... Hi Mommy." This continued for a bit, until she finally talked herself to sleep, nestled up next to me. And as much as I tried to go back to sleep I couldn't. I was just so happy to have her there, all snuggly and smelling like lavender shampoo, making little sighing, sleepy noises in her little pink footed jammies. It was just so sweet I could hardly bear it! This lasted for about an hour or so, then she stirred and realized her brother was in bed with us and she got up, all sleepy and wobbly and tried to go lay on him. So I had to return her to her own bed, where her blankie and her bear-bear were waiting for her. I could have laid there all night, just treasuring her and wishing for the times when she slept with us every night. But at least I got that little bit of snuggle-time, that moment of joy having her with me and feeling that everything else in the world matters not because two of the most important things in my life were right there in my bed, safe, sound and content. Actually I should say three things, because the dog was on the bed too!