Sleeping in...

I slept in this morning. I didn't hear the alarm and I stirred when Miss B crawled into bed beside me. She was still sleepy eyed and drowsy and she snuggled next to me and drifted back to sleep. I looked at the clock, it was already an hour later than the time I had planned to be up. Then I looked at the child in my arms, asleep, peaceful. Just like when she was a baby. There is so little of my baby left now I thought. The dark haired, chubby cheeked infant I once held so tightly has become a long limbed child, with caramel coloured braids. The snowy white sleep suits have been replaced with pink spotted pj's. It only took five years, five oh so short years. I ran through the mental list in my head, all the stuff I needed to do today, then I looked at Miss B again. She still fits snugly into the crook of my arm, her hand still rests softly on my chest, just like when she was a baby. She is five and growing up fast, one day she won't want to crawl into bed with me. One day she won't need to. I abandoned the mental list in my head and closed my eyes. What I really needed to do today was to sleep in.