This time, I woke up with pancakes on my mind. So,
We made it happen.
9 times out of 10, Hollynd will come down in all her footy pajama glory and give me a hug. she wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face right where her nose meets my mid-section. I look over at the counter and smile as Addie finishes off her craft project she didn't finish last night. I admire the concentration as continues mustering imagination onto paper whilst holding some kind of animal in her lap. She IS the 'dog whisperer', you know.
And then Hollynd brings me back to what I was doing. She shmuggles, rubbing her nose back and forth deep into my belly, ending with an even tighter squeeze and a half-awake smile in her eyes, still drunk with sleep.
Unfortunately, for both of us, I usually have to gently pry her off before the cavalry comes downstairs and demands their OJ in all their low-blood-sugary whininess. I know they appreciate it though because they speak in the Smurf voices, "Thankth, Mom. Where are we going today? Can I have a treat? I stayed in my bed last night."
Hollynd brings me back again to what I was doing. I forget sometimes how that shmuggle must be her equivalent to what a back-scratch is for me. That nose of her's is always itchy. Thank Heaven for Allegra.
And today, I thank Heaven for my normal [sweet-& -shmuggly] everyday life.
And pancakes in the morning.
With chocolate chips :)
And superhero underwear on my kitchen floor.
Long live Groundhog Day.
