Earlier this evening Henry and I fell asleep on the couch while watching the Tigers game (he's decided 5:30 a.m. is an appropriate time to start the day so we were a little tired). When I woke up with him all snuggled under my chin I thought about how different my life is than what I thought it would be. And at that moment, listening to him breathing and looking at his arm wrapped around my neck to the back of my head so he could hold on to a bit of my hair, I realized I don't want it any other way.
Well, maybe a 6:30 a.m. start would be okay.
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