A couple of days ago, I was woken up in the early morning hours by Joelle. You know when you open your eyes and find your child standing right beside your bed, s-t-a-r-i-n-g at you?
That was what happened to me yesterday morning at 6:30.
I gasped, jumped -- as much as you can 'jump' in a lying down position -- and then re-started my heart.
And Joelle? She leaned over and gave me a sweet little kiss on my lips. And then without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the room and went back to sleep in her bed.
When I asked her about it later on that day, she said she did it because she was missing me -- can I get an "awww"??
I love those special times; those stolen moments between a mother and her child.