I love my mornings with Cricket.
My hubby tumbles into bed somewhere between 6:30 and 8:00. Yes, that would be ‘am’. Cricket stirs between 7:30 and 8:00. Bug, usually between 9:00 and 9:30.
That leaves me with plenty of time with my sweet girl.
She climbs into bed with me, or us – depending on the morning – and snuggles in close. She cups my face, gets nose to nose, and speaks with quiet excitement about what she’s going to wear (which gets laid out, without fail, every evening across the middle of her floor) and what our plans for the day could be.
Sometimes she comes through fully dressed and rearing to go.
Almost all mornings involve lots of sweet kisses and cheek strokes, morning breath and all.
I love how affectionate this girl is!
We slowly migrate to the kitchen, where we indulge in cheerios and yogurt, or oatmeal. French toast if I’m feeling ambitious. Which is about 4 times a year. Or less. Sometimes daddy stays up and wows us with waffles or pancakes.
We share a cup of tea – the first of many – and snuggle on the couch. Sometimes we read. Often my brain bleeds over an episode of Dora. Mostly we just talk.
I treasure this alone time with her. Madly.
It astounds me how much she talks about marriage. She weaves the most elaborate stories. Usually making mention of her “husband”, who – depending on the day – is Pooh bear or most often, her baby brother, complete with wild tales of her many babies.
She would like to be, and I quote, “a surgeon, a teacher, and a scuba driver” {not to be confused with a screw driver or a scuba diver}
This morning she was telling me how when she is bigger she will marry Bug…at which point I sweetly interrupted her to share our true feelings about her marrying her brother, to which she responded with a very concerned, “why? Is he going to turn into a girl when he gets bigger?”
Apparently that is the only reason she can fathom not being able to marry her brother.
Have I mentioned I love her to pieces.
And yup. She’s all mine.
Well, ours.
Until, of course, she marries someone other than her brother.
