sleepiness

Every night before I go to bed, I always check in her in room. It's an old habit that will never die hard and it's a habit I don't think I'll ever break. I do it to make sure she's okay, comfortable, and covered.

Most nights she's tossed the sheets as far away from her feet as possible, because she hates her feet being hot. Her stuffed animals she insisted she can't sleep without have been kicked off the island.

And I'm in awe. I get that overwhelming feeling of amazement because once upon time she spent every moment in my belly. I'm amazed that half of everything she is came from me. And right next to that feeling of amazement is that thing called unconditional love. Because I love that kid with everything that's in me.




When she's sleeping, she look like a cutie pie. And it's the only time she won't talk back :D.