I'm in the lucky seat. I've got a little sweet head resting on each shoulder. Sweet kiddo heads that smell sleepy and cuddly. Like your blankets and lambies do. 2 little heads that grunt and breathe and wiggle around.
Little droopy eyelids. So tired and heavy. Heavy little arms wrapped around mine. Another moment that I'll miss when you grow up. This.is.it. This.is.what.I'll.miss. A sleepy grey Saturday night.