She had a headache. She looked at me with that desperate gaze. I know what this feels like–when the world is spinning and your head is throbbing and you can’t even string a logical thought together.
I brought her to the couch–my littlest one–and we lay down and she fell asleep with her head on my chest. I fell asleep too, my eyes heavy with the weight of the day.
It was good to have her close to me. Close and safe and filled up with love. Was this the last time I would hold her like this, feeling her warm head nestled under mine, hearing the sweetness of her sleeping breath?
And can I tell you how many times I’ve said “No” to her? . . . “No, I can’t snuggle tonight because . . . ya-da, ya-da, ya-da.” But this time I gave a delicious “Yes.”
I was late to my meeting that evening, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Instead I took joy in the goodness of saying “yes” to an irretrievable moment . . . one I’ll never have back, yet will hold forever in the hollow of my heart.