As I lay between my very wiggly daughter and very loudly snoring husband this morning, wondering if I would ever get back to sleep, I reached my hand out to rub The Mister's back and perhaps stir him enough to stop his snores. Feeling the short distance between us, a smile crept across my face in the dark.
There is plenty of room for one more.
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You need a white noise machine. Well, maybe not with one more...
ReplyDeleteDon't tell anyone I said so, but there's always room for one more.
ReplyDeleteI smiled with you when I read this.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
Awe. :)
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