Adventures at Rasa Ranch # 154

[Guest guest]

1/15/03

 

I've had to sacrifice sleeping next to my husband ever since the baby

came along. The family bed just got way too crowded and Ananda was

the first to move out, but only if her dad came with her. The first

night alone I stretched out diagonally in bliss. I was so grateful

to have all that room to myself, the newborn baby taking up very

little space at the time, but here it is sixteen months later and

just when I was really starting to miss Jim, I woke up to this:

 

After nursing for a while, Zacky gazed at me with all kinds of

grateful joy, climbed up and put one plump and feather-soft hand on

each of my cheeks. He patted them gently and then gave me big, soft,

wet kisses on each eye, then my nose, then my mouth. The whole thing

made us both laugh. I sang Morning Has Broken to him as we watched

the rising sun change the clouds outside the bedroom window from

gray, to pink, to white.

 

It isn't like waking up next to Jim, but it has its perks; and I know its days are numbered.