12th February
2008
I woke up at 2 am – cradled in his arms, a familiar embrace.
Can’t believe I slept so soundly that I didn’t feel him take me in his arms. I lay there cherishing the memory. Now he was dead asleep.
Didn’t want the moment to end. I haven’t slept since.
Oh my, what a moment. I wouldn’t have gone back to sleep either. Tears are flowing.
Sweet. And it wasn’t a dream.
Cherish the moment–always–cherish the moment.
What a sweet gift!