See you when the sun comes up

(Bagel is sleeping on Nikki & Loren's couch in Nashville, on our last night there)

Tonight it is crazy rain storming outside. And as a little girl I loved to open the window in the spring, and watch the rain fall.


I still do.


The last few nights I have enjoyed the rainfall from Bagel's room. After getting her ready for bed, we go to the window and watch the rain.

For about 10 minutes there is just us. The rain. And an exchange of smiles every so often.


We listen for the birds, the cars and to watch the clouds move.


Tonight instead of me tucking Bagel into bed, she wanted to stay up and to watch more rain. I said if she needed to go to bed, she could. Or just to let me know, and I would come and put her into bed.

I thought what a big girl!


I was out of her room for about 3 minutes, when she was crying. I went in to her telling me that it was scary with out me. I should close her window, and she needed to go to bed.


I promptly shut her window, not wanting to make her afraid of something we loved. Scooped her up with her green blankie, and off to bed.


After tucking her in, and a few rounds of Twinkle Twinkle, I always end the night with

"Are you Snug as a Bug in a Rug?"

Bagel will say "yes" or nod her curly blonde head of hair.

Then I follow with the next question of "When will I see you again?"

And Bagel will say "When the sun comes up, Mommy"


I love that. For all those times I have no patience's, or can't stand all the whining. I sit and I soak in these moments. The moments where she is just a sweet little girl.


Good Night my baby. I love you.

More then my life.

Mommy.
xo...