Ben was walking out the door when Adelaide woke up, sometime just after 6 am. She really just needed to be settled but I scooped her up and brought her into bed with me, right as I heard a cranky toddler fuss in his crib. Lincoln wasn’t due up for at least another hour and a half but a well meaning grandparent got to his room before I did and after that there was no chance he was going back to sleep. And so, before 6:30 am, I ended up with two rather sleeping babies in my bed.
We cuddled and chatted and played hide and seek in the blankets. Lincoln and I woke up Adelaide with our giggling and he helped her get her pacifier back in her mouth. We looked at pictures of Dad, and drew pictures with our fingers. And somewhere in our half an hour of bliss, my heart melted into one giant puddle all over the fluffy white bedding. This is what my motherhood dreams are made of.