My mackerdoodle and I have fallen into a comfortable routine that I have grown to cherish. On the way home from school after lunch, she falls asleep in her car seat. When I pull into the driveway, she is generally fast asleep, and often drooling. I lift her from her car seat, and she wraps her arms around my neck, snuggling her face into my shoulder. I lay her down on the bed, and she snuggles into the pillow.
While she’s sleeping, I try to get something done. Let’s define “something” loosely here. If you look closely at the time stamps on the blog, you’ll notice a suspicious amount of them get published during nap time. Regardless, at some point she will wake up, and then comes my favorite part of the afternoon.
When I hear her waking up, I go into the bedroom and lie down beside her. Sometimes it’s been a short nap and I try to lull her back to sleep. About half of the time that works. But most of the time she snuggles into me for a few minutes and then grins at me, sits up and points to the door, saying “mama.”
For a few minutes every afternoon I get some quiet snuggle time with my very busy daughter and I cherish it. I don’t know how that will change when we add another child to the mix, and maybe that’s why I’m treasuring every minute of it now. When I lie down on the bed beside her sleepy little frame, I can already feel her sibling make him/herself known – inserting that third party into the mix.
Every day the mackerdoodle is a little longer and takes up more of the bed. Every day her sibling is a little bigger and takes up more of me. Every day I snuggle up beside my beautiful answer to prayer, and feel my little miracle baby kick and I understand that passage in scripture that says “Mary treasured up all these things in her heart.” I never want to forget these fleeting days.