You have a nasty cold. Tonight, shortly after your daddy and I
read you books, sang you songs, and tucked you in, you began yelling for me. I
was slightly annoyed and frustrated, as I was just about to collapse into my
own bed for the night, but I knew you weren't feeling well, so I agreed to let
you come lie in bed with us. You snuggled up beside me, nose almost touching
mine, and smiled a tiny smile. I watched your eyes close and your chest rise
and fall, until your breathing became slow and steady and the tiny muscles in
your hands relaxed. I realized that, before tonight, I can't remember the last
time I watched you fall asleep. And that made me sad.
Thank you, Teddy, for teaching me to slow down; for showing me
that the most magical moments are the little ones in between that unfold
organically; for reminding me that lowering my expectations is not a bad thing
because sometimes it opens your eyes to what you've been missing out on.
Love,
Mama
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