The other night, or more accurately, in the wee hours of the morning, Miss B woke up and insisted on coming to my bed. This is not at all unusual and is not usually a problem but for reasons unknown, she would only go back to sleep on my chest, wrapped tightly in my arms.
My hazy brain knew that once she fell asleep I’d be able to lay her down next to me, but I must admit, I held her a few minutes longer. They are small for such a short time.
Family Shift
