As these November mornings get colder, our morning walks have fallen to the wayside. Now, after Chris is at work and the kids are in school, Layla and I snuggle back into bed.
Most days we don't sleep. Maybe dosing once or twice. But there's something so comforting about holding in her my arms while we play peek-a-boo with the covers. The warmth and love does wonders for my heart.
In this sometimes ugly world, there is something special about our bed.
It's where Eva naps in the afternoon. Although those days are fewer now.
It's where Alex comes when he has a bad dream. Quietly sneaking into the middle.
It's where Grace will sleep when life gets tough. Saying she doesn't know why she wants to be there, except that it makes her feel better.
It's where Chris and I contemplate the vast decisions we face.
It's a place of vulnerability and security.
When the days are tough and the nights grow long, it's where I long to go.
With four children sandwiched in between, it's a place of family and love.
And I cherish each moment we have there together.