Facetime


If cuddling were an Olympic event, Brendan and I would be gold medal contenders. We had to stop our middle of the night sessions, but since he usually wakes up around 6:00, there is an unwritten rule that if he calls for me any time after 5:30, I bring him into our bed. He seems fully aware of this rule, and each morning this week I have heard, “Mooooooooomy!!” at exactly 5:45am. When I pick him up, he holds on so tight that we just fall into bed as one unit, and then it’s face time. When he was an infant, he would flop his head over so it was resting right on top of my head, but now he pulls my face in so that we are cheek to cheek, and we each hug each others head.

This is the kind of moment that can never be captured on film, it’s just too magical. When Brendan is in our bed, he tends to sleep another hour. Or two. And we’re not cheek to cheek the whole time, eventually he will flop over on top of Daddy, or spread his body out to cover more bed space – but lots of times he reaches back and holds on to some part of my face with his hand – often my nose.


These photos are not THE moments. The still dark outside magic hour moments, but this morning as we woke up I couldn’t resist taking a few selfies of one of the things I’m most thankful for. And in case you were wondering, it’s certainly not my bed head or my multiple chins.

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