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About 4 a.m. this morning, I was startled awake.

A plea for "Mommy" turned into a full cry.

I jumped out of bed, and quickly made my way down the hallway.  I knelt down beside P.'s bed and whispered, "I'm here. Shhh. What's wrong?"

"Cover me up, Mommy."

This has been an ongoing issue.  Middle of the night wake ups to be recovered and tucked in.  I've debated buying bigger blankets.

I tucked in her pink butterfly blanket, brushed her hair to the side and whispered, "I love you angel."

P. opened her eyes, looked right at me, and melted my heart.

"I love you, Mommy," she whispered back.

I smiled and I kissed her again clenching my fist to my heart.

Her eyes closed and she was asleep before I walked out of her room.

Blanket troubles are also tender moments. Maybe that's why I haven't purchased anything new.

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  1. JudyMarch 12, 2014 at 6:36 AM

    Such a tender moment. Her whisper back is so precious. I'm so glad that you are writing about these moments because they are too quickly forgotten in the rush of every day life. Hugs to all. Love ya, Mom

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  2. Kevin HodgsonMarch 12, 2014 at 6:56 AM


    ... she was asleep before I walked out of her room
    before I had stopped thinking of her voice
    before the world narrowed into the single moment
    of her foot sticking out of the end of the blanket,
    toes wiggling in the faint glimmer of the nightlight,
    before I thought twice of closing the door
    and left it open for a few more hours of night
    before I fell into my own restless dreams of love

    --Kevin
    PS -- I lifted a beautiful line from your post for my poem. Thank you.

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    1. MichelleMarch 12, 2014 at 7:06 AM

      Kevin, you are amazing at lifting a line and writing with what seems beautiful ease. Thank you for stopping by again and sharing your talent!

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  3. AnonymousMarch 12, 2014 at 7:32 AM

    A very sweet moment. This is a true slice of life story. A few moments out of a day (or night in this case) and told simply. I love it.

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  4. JaanaMarch 12, 2014 at 9:42 AM

    A beautiful, tender slice of night. This is what mother's memories are made of.

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  5. LynnMarch 12, 2014 at 12:20 PM

    The moments that need to be embedded into your heart Michelle . . .

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  6. LoraleeMarch 12, 2014 at 3:34 PM

    Precious. Love your last line.

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  7. AnonymousMarch 12, 2014 at 5:32 PM

    Such a sweet slice. Those are the moments that you'll treasure forever.

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  8. bMarch 12, 2014 at 7:16 PM

    So sweet, Michelle. You captured the middle-of-the-night scene so well...so lovingly. I, too, would've debated buying bigger blankets and, in the end, kept the teeny ones around my littles :). Precious.
    b

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  9. Alyson BeecherMarch 12, 2014 at 8:37 PM

    I love these tender moments as shared in a slice. Thank you

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  10. writekimwriteMarch 12, 2014 at 9:03 PM

    Awww...very sweet those little Mommy/ daughter moments.

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  11. ChrisMarch 12, 2014 at 9:56 PM

    So sweet!

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  12. Amanda VillagómezMarch 12, 2014 at 10:27 PM

    This reminds me of waking up with Camila at night. Even though I long for nights when I will be able to sleep through the night without waking up with an infant (almost one year old), I also treasure the moments, especially since I miss out on most of her day. This post reminded me that this feeling will extend throughout her childhood with sleep interruptions for a range of reasons.

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  13. CathyMarch 12, 2014 at 10:46 PM

    Beautiful! Your stories warm my heart.

    Cathy

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