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18 Minutes of Happiness

My daughter typically winds up in bed with us at some point throughout the night. Whether she wakes up and comes into our room or whether she falls asleep on our bed and I’m too much of a softie to move her, she always winds up between me and my wife. Every now and then she winds up kicking me, or putting her head on my wife and pushing me with her feet to give her more room. That’s annoying, but I’ve become accustomed to it for one awesome reason…

My daughter has inherited her sense of hot and cold from her mother. Basically, they are always cold. Especially at night. I, on the other hand, am always hot, especially at night. I have a fan dedicated just for me that is by the side of our bed. Throughout the night, even despite the kicking and the pushing, my little angel eventually winds up next to me. I’d like to think it’s purely out of love and not warmth…I guess we’ll never know for sure because she doesn’t function well enough in the morning to ask her so I’m just going to work under my assumption!

The best part of all of this is that I set my alarm at 5:50 every morning. I don’t need to get up at 5:50. My day works well when I get out of bed at 6:15. But I set my alarm for 5:50 because I get to wake up and experience getting to cuddle with my little angel. It’s one of the best parts of my day. It lasts 18 minutes because that’s how long I get when I hit my snooze button twice. It’s a nice call back to reality. Honestly if I turned my alarm off I’d fall back asleep with her until she woke up. Nothing makes me feel more comfortable and relaxed than those 18 minutes.

She’s not the world’s biggest daddy’s girl. I know she loves me but she’s in a phases now where she’ll walk right past me to get to her momma. So I’ll take what I can get for now and those 18 minutes of happiness are just enough to fill my heart up until tomorrow morning.

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