Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Little Coughs and little kisses
Ah... what could be more satisfying than snuggling with your little daughter because she can't get back to sleep.
I mean, I got woken up at 4:30 this morning by what sounded like a truck driver hacking away at his phlegm in the next room. I went in and there was lil' S sitting in her bed looking cute and pathetic with a sniffling nose and her body being racked by these huge coughs.
We got up, went to the bathroom, got a bit to drink and then headed back to bed - with a lot of whispering and repeated: "Are you sure it's not morning-time yet?".
She seemed quite pleased that I was going to help her get back to sleep.
I snuggled down beside her and she planted this little kiss on my cheek and then started poking my nose with her little finger.
I was thinking to myself that it couldn't get any better than this. Like, who cares that you got woken up from a deep, comfortable sleep? Who cares that it's as cold as !@#@ out there? Who cares that the sun doesn't come up until after 7:30 still?
Then, the truck driver let a hack go right into my face as she was examining my closed eyes...