Those opportune moments come and go, the days flow by, and the nights where we have the chance to hold our children close will not last forever.
I should have said yes.
I should have let you sleep with me.
And next time I will say yes. I will pull you up into my arms and deal with the elbow in my ribs and the feet kicking mine. I won’t worry about this becoming a pattern or how much sleep I get.
I will just hold you and know that these nights will soon be gone.
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This article originally appeared at The Pondering Nook.
