I peer into Miss C’s bedroom. She is my big little girl nearly asleep in my childhood bed. All I see is the top of her head. She is burrowed beneath a leopard pattern comforter and pink sheets.
“Come here snuggle bug.” She says this to me as soon as she hears my footsteps creak on the hardwood floor and I laugh because it sounds like something I would say to her.
I crawl into bed beside her and breathe in her blonde hair.
“This is one of my favorite things…snuggling with you at bedtime,” I tell her.
She rolls over toward me and says, “One of my favorite things…is loving you,” and then she closes her eyes and smiles.