My cup runneth over...

Sometimes at night when we're in bed waiting for sleep to come and claim us I hear Husband say "No, Ems! Let him sleep!"

It's because he knows that in that particular moment I've been thinking about going to get Toddler N from his room and bring him into our bed so I can snuggle up with him, nuzzle his ear, breathe in his scent, to gently squeeze a chubby thigh and to just listen to him breathe.

And I know, I know, that even if I don't get to do it (only when Husband is away), it's the best feeling in the world, even just thinking about it. I don't think I could get any happier than in those moments.

...until I later wake up by having a tiny heel shoved in my eye...