Aria crawled into bed with me around 2 a.m. last night.
She managed to take every last scrap of blanket and twine it around her body as though she were a fork and the blankets were spaghetti.
I woke up an hour or so later shivering and slightly annoyed. Then I rolled over and saw my little girl sprawled out in her mess of blankets, mouth wide open, sonorous snores soaring.
And my heart melted,
We think of falling in love as something that happens once. Like you fall. Boom. You are there. In love.
I find myself falling time and again, over and over, in love with this child.
You can read blogs, books, palms, tea leaves that tell you about unconditional love.That try to explain it. Make it tangible.
Or you can lay in bed at 4 a.m. shivering with a huge smile plastered on your face looking at your spaghetti noodle child. Choosing to feel the love rather than delve back into the sleep.
It's the little things.
Billy Bragg - Way Over Yonder in a Minor Key
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