rufus
I have a king sized bed. People who are well aquatinted with him call him Rufus. It's large, soft, fully loaded with Egyptian Cotten sheets, a down comforter and LOTS of pillows.
And it's all mine.
Tonight, not so much. Tonight there are three bodies PILED in about half the space of the bed. One with their feet in my face. Tonight there are popcorn crumbs and stuff animals, water bottles and blankies. Tonight it's a sleep over night with aunt Linda.
I can't pretend I do t live for these little moments.
Moments when my little Gracie gives me an unprovoked kiss and says, "I love you and I miss you aunt Linda."
Moments where my little Daniel asks me, "do you have to go to work tomorrow?" And is overjoyed when I tell him no.
Today, as I walked through the door from work, I could here them giggling and shouting, "Linda's home!!" And my heart filled to the brim with adoration for these sweet little who are now totally hogging my bed and invading every bit of my personal space.
As a single person, I have spent a lot of time alone. In many ways, I have learned to value that alone time. I've learned to value my freedom and my space.
But sometimes I need that space invaded to remind me that I am loved.
Sometimes I need a million billion kisses and giggles to remind me of all the hope there is in the world. Sometimes I need dance parties and snuggles to remind me that someone thinks I'm great.
As we turned off "The Incredibles" and the last wakeful little pal was getting ready to wind down and go to sleep, he began to flop around and push his sister. I said "Are you ok?" And my heart swelled three sizes when he said, "yeah, I just wish I were by you."
So here I am. In a pile. Bed messy, heart full as I write and listen to the sounds of steady sleeping on either side.
I will forever snapshot little moments like this in my mind.
My bed and my cup are overflowing.
And it's all mine.
Tonight, not so much. Tonight there are three bodies PILED in about half the space of the bed. One with their feet in my face. Tonight there are popcorn crumbs and stuff animals, water bottles and blankies. Tonight it's a sleep over night with aunt Linda.
I can't pretend I do t live for these little moments.
Moments when my little Gracie gives me an unprovoked kiss and says, "I love you and I miss you aunt Linda."
Moments where my little Daniel asks me, "do you have to go to work tomorrow?" And is overjoyed when I tell him no.
Today, as I walked through the door from work, I could here them giggling and shouting, "Linda's home!!" And my heart filled to the brim with adoration for these sweet little who are now totally hogging my bed and invading every bit of my personal space.
As a single person, I have spent a lot of time alone. In many ways, I have learned to value that alone time. I've learned to value my freedom and my space.
But sometimes I need that space invaded to remind me that I am loved.
Sometimes I need a million billion kisses and giggles to remind me of all the hope there is in the world. Sometimes I need dance parties and snuggles to remind me that someone thinks I'm great.
As we turned off "The Incredibles" and the last wakeful little pal was getting ready to wind down and go to sleep, he began to flop around and push his sister. I said "Are you ok?" And my heart swelled three sizes when he said, "yeah, I just wish I were by you."
So here I am. In a pile. Bed messy, heart full as I write and listen to the sounds of steady sleeping on either side.
I will forever snapshot little moments like this in my mind.
I managed to wriggle free to snapshot it for real...and to pee
My bed and my cup are overflowing.
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