On Monday, after Franny awoke from her afternoon nap, we settled on the couch for our transitionary wake up time, and before I knew it, she had drifted off again! It has been a long time since Franny has just fallen asleep in my arms. And, once I had gotten over the shock of it, I have to admit I relished in the sweetness of having her asleep against my chest, as she so frequently did as a newborn. It is one of the simplest, yet also one of the most serene and sweetest joys of motherhood. And on this particular day, a welcome cure for the Monday blues.
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So funny that you should post this today since the same thing happened with us just this afternoon. I savor these quiet moments!
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