On this morning, as with so many mornings, there were interlopers in my bed.
Sometimes (ok, a lotta times) you just gotta snap photos like, to prove it’s for real. Like pinching yourself in a dream. (Or make a video.)
Could this –these stunning, beautiful children– really be happening in my life?
(“Yes they are child,” whispers the breeze, “But not for long.”)
Somebody’s been sleeping in MY bed
Who, ME?
Yes YOU, Cindy Lou Who
Peut-etre un peu petit dejeuner en lit, Maman?
En Lit Ensemble.
Cher Frere
The Royal Bed Jester
Oh how I will miss these days!
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Oh and PS: I’d like to thank The Academy –by which I mean My Husband–for making this all possible.
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You are a wise and blessed woman to understand how precious and sacred is this time. (Particularly because, not in spite of, the accompanying headaches of parenthood.)