In 3 hours...

It's 1:30 am and I'm up past my bedtime. It's been a while since I've written and I'm determined to see this post to the end. Once I'm done writing I'll make sure the living room is in order; I've already folded the laundry and Dave did the dishes, so I should be good unless I find a Daphne toy or two that's out of place. I'll brush my teeth, get my pajamas on, head into Daphne's room and make sure she's nicely tucked in. I'll then give Dave a hug and kiss goodnight, and within minutes I'll be cooking up some dreams good enough for HBO. In about three hours something amazing will happen. Daphne will stir and I will go get her and bring her back to our bed. I'll lay her down in between Dave and me at which point she'll roll towards me and grab my arm like it's a teddy bear. I'll be asleep again within minutes barely even remembering what just happened; Daphne will do the same. Dave will have barely stirred. An hour later I'll probably wake up to find Daphne even closer to me. She'll have shifted so that one of her legs is in Dave's face, and for reasons unknown he will not have noticed this particular disturbance. 

If I'm lucky, I'll be able to stay awake for the next little while. Sometime between 6:30 and 8 am Daphne will wake up, and if tomorrow is a repeat of today, before she even opens her eyes, she will say the word 'mama' and snuggle in towards me wearing a grin fit for a king. Moments later she'll wake up to see me smiling at her. She'll turn towards her daddy and see that he's up to greet her too. She'll then start chatting away, telling us what I can only assume is a word for word accounting of her dreams from the past night. If we're really lucky she'll be super cuddly and will spend a good while rolling between Dave and me, smothering us with hugs and kisses. If she's in a more playful mood she'll pull herself up, climb over me and make a mad dash for all the forbidden items on my night-side table. Dave will then take her, change her and feed her and I'll be one of the few privileged women in the world blessed with a husband who takes the 'morning shift' nine times out of ten, so that his night owl wife can catch up on her sleep. Usually at around 9 am, Daphne will make a run for our bedroom. She'll crawl down the hall, push the door open and stand up beside me chatting until I wake up. I'll pick her up, and hug and kiss her until she almost starts crying she's had enough! 

She's the best alarm clock in the world.

I love my little girl.