I find her like this all the time. On the floor, next to the bed.
Crap, she caught me.
For many months now, every night before I go to bed I quietly slip into her room and I watch her sleep. I trace her little nose, kiss her squishy arms and breathe in that unique, sweet, delicious toddler smell.
And every night I think, another night closer. Closer to where this will no longer be possible.
It's alarming and depressing to see how quickly these girls are growing up. It's like a part of me is wilting with each passing day. They'll be teenagers before I know it and I'll be faced with an entirely different set of challenges. I'll worry about grades, boys, cars, cell phones and puberty and I'll think back to these days and say to myself, I should have savored more. I should have stressed less, played more, loved more, tickled more, imagined more...BEEN.MORE.
So now I must go and do just that. Savor.