This morning I woke up & looked at the clock and was instantly annoyed. Yet again, I am wide awake long before I need to be on a Saturday morning. I laid them for a few minutes wondering why I can't sleep past 5 a.m. and growing more annoyed by the minute. Until I took a moment. Lying next to me is my sweet daughter who in the middle of the night, climbed into our bed next to me to snuggle. Instead of being irritated about being awake, I took that moment and held her in my arms, I snuggled her tighter, smelled her hair and thought about how precious that very moment was.
She's 9, my only child still at home. She's a hugger and a snuggler. She loves without abandon. She's my reminder that there's good in the world, that there's hope for the future. I'm ever thankful for that little girl. A child that we weren't sure we would get since doctors had told me about 5 years before we decided to have a baby that if I didn't get pregnant in the next 3-4 years, it may not happen due to all of the scar tissue from years of ovarian cysts. God blessed us with this beautiful little girl. A little girl who was showered with love by her parents and her big brothers from the moment she was born. She's definitely sugar, SPICE and everything nice. She's a little more spice these days as we hit the pre-teen stage but there's still plenty of sugar. I'm ever thankful for her. Both of her big brothers are now grown men. One far from home in the US Navy, the other married with a precious little girl of his own - thankfully living just a few miles away. I often think how strange it would be to be an empty nester at 42. It's harder than I ever imagined to have your kids grow up and not need you anymore. It's not something that I expected. Thankfully, I have this sassy girl to keep me busy and on my toes, to continue to fill my heart and my home. My sweet B.