Bear had a scary dream. Bella got cold in her bed.
Three guesses where they ended up last night (and the first two don’t count).
The thing is, I really don’t mind. I love the feel of Bear’s arms wrapping around me for comfort and Bella’s soft sighs as she cradles her head on my shoulder. These are the moments I cherish. Asher never climbs in my bed anymore, and I know the day is coming when they won’t either.
Can time just slow down a bit? Just a teensy bit?