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Sleepy Heads

There was once a time in our lives when "date night" was a homemade dinner from my mom, and a movie on my parents sofa.  Staying up way too late, and pushing "curfew"  to the limits.  As he drove home at night, we immediately called one another, because the evening was simply not enough.  Neither one of us would settle for less than the rest of our lives.  

Official date nights are now far and few between. So it is the sweet moments (like pictured above) I hold dear to my heart.  This was not planned.  It just happened.  After putting Haley down for a nap, we both sought refuge from the hustle of life on our sofa.  Within minutes, we were both asleep.  I stirred awake before him--aware that time was of the essence;  in so many ways, other than the obvious. The most pressing of issues being that he needed to get ready for work, I needed to mop the floors.  And such is life.  But for a few minutes, I just took it all in.  It is the littlest moments in life that make the biggest things.  

In a few nights, we will go to the hospital to bring our next child into the world.  And it is the moments like this that remind me that there is no one else in the world I would want to do this with.  

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