Squirms in the middle of night, thrashing against the bed.
I can tell she’s waking up again, tossing and turning.
Gently, I scoop her into my arms.
A hushhh, hushhh softly escapes my lips and we dance into the nursery.
Quickly, quietly we swap the dirty out for the new and we meander back to the big bed again.
But someone has big blinking eyes and a mischievous smirk.
I catch a glimpse and whisper, “No, no. It’s time for sleepies, silly girl,”
To which her jaw pops open into the biggest toothless grin.
I just melt, completely. I can’t help but giggle and my own grin spreads to match hers.
She has my heart.
theteachingbee 
How delightful, no wonder they win our hearts!
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This is a precious slice. I so clearly remember those nights, alone with my babies. I felt so honored to have those times alone with my baby. Thank you for bringing me back to those memories. It has been a long time since I have thought about dancing in the nursery.
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