When he sticks his foot practically up my butt in the middle of the night, I wonder how many weeks, months, years longer he’ll wake in the wee hours and crawl in bed between us.
And yet, the sweetness.
His beautiful face. His ornery snore. His warm slump of a snuggle.
When awake and he solicits my attention nonstop, we lose patience with each other.
I don’t let on nearly as much how much I need him right back.
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