I lay down with Edwin on the couch this morning, just before breakfast, to watch a few minutes of Sesame Street. He’d had a 5 AM wakeup, so he’d been up and playing for almost three hours. Quickly, quietly, and about 90 minutes before his usual morning nap time, he fell asleep on top of me. For a few minutes I considered waking him up, feeding him breakfast and distracting him until his energy came back so that he could take his nap at the normal time. I probably should have done that, because it was a very busy day and my mom was babysitting him during the usual nap time.

Instead, I decided to indulge myself. I snuggled into the couch and wrapped my arms around my sleeping boy, and there we two stayed for over an hour. I napped on and off, a blessing in itself, as I was the one who answered the 5 AM wakeup call. I got a crick in my neck, a cramp in my foot, and I was hungry for breakfast. But it was still the best part of my day, holding my boy just like I did for nearly all of his naps when he was a newborn. We both woke up happy, comforted and ready to meet the day.

I’m especially grateful for that hour now, as the rest of the day was busy and exhausting. Our floors are finally done, and we started moving furniture back in today. We still have a lot to do tomorrow- more unpacking, re-filling my entire closet, and endless vacuuming (there’s dust everywhere)- but we got a great start today. Below is a picture of our newly refinished bedroom floor before we moved the bed and dressers back in.

I hope you all get at least one perfect hour this weekend, if not more!