a moment with my girl

she has never been a snuggler.
from the day she was born the world has been too interesting a place...
why sit back and cuddle,
when you can lean foward and look?
there is so much to see and it's all so new and interesting

she's her fathers child
there's no rest for the wicked

she's wicked indeed
with her cheeky grin and contagious laugh
no rest, all play
sleep merely to play again
as it should be :P

but there are moments, when she is overcome with exhaustion or frustration and
she gives in, collapsing on me in a heap
asleep
in these moments her head squishes against my chest,
her bottom half twisting away as if in protest.
she stays there for some time

i listen to her breathing
watching her little lips sucking furiously
i daren't move
i don't want to disturb her
who knows when i will have this moment again.

when she wakes she's laughing as if to say
that was funny mummy!
then she starts craning
i can see the question in her eyes
what did i miss?

she is my child and
i am her mother
this is our mummy cuudle
and i savour every moment of it

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