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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.