The wind is howling through the open window, grey clouds whiten the light in my room. The curtins blow around a peaceful party. The clock ticks on my wall, Sweet Pea and I snuggle up in the clean sheets of an unmade bed. He so sleepy and still smelling of this morning's bath and backyard play and popscicles. I lay with him, snugged up to me and listened to his breathing, smelling his two-year-old self. Perfect moment as he drifts off to sleep.
1 comment:
MMMM. That sounds delightful!
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