I admit it. I still climb into bed with my big girls every night to put them to sleep. Lucy just needs a binkie, her lamby, and about 5 minutes with me in the rocking chair to go to sleep. Sam just climbs into his top bunk and goes to sleep on his own--3 prayers, one kiss, and he's out. Grace and Claire, my little lovers, are a little more needy. So we read, and we pray, and we talk. Grace sleeps next to the wall, Claire snuggles in the middle, and I sleep closest to the end so I can tiptoe out when both have drifted off to dreamland. I lay on my side with my arm around Claire and holding Grace's hand. It usually takes about 5 minutes.
Every morning before I leave, I sneak in to kiss each little sleeping duck goodbye. Most mornings, Claire and Grace are piled up like puppies, legs and arms all akimbo, blonde hair and brown tangled together on a single shared pillow. (Unless Claire is in my bed--another post altogether). This morning, I took the kids to school, so instead of a quick goodbye, I woke everyone up. Grace opened her aquamarine eyes and smiled."Mommy--I held onto Claire's foot all night long," she announced.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"I thought it was your hand!" she giggled. Is there anything in the world quite like a sister?
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