2:30am

It's 2:30am when I hear the familiar sounds of footsteps. As per usual I check to see if they are coming towards me or elsewhere. Then I see the silhouette and my daughter appears.

She peels back my blanket and climbs in, her 5 year old body fits snuggly into mine as she seeks comfort that she knows about and I don't.

I remember times as a child, laying scared in bed, lonely, in need of comfort I wasn't allowed to seek freely.

So I let her in, in the hopes that in these wee morning hours I am giving something that is needed, something she freely seeks from her mother.

In a few short years she will have grown so much and this mid-morning cuddles will be over and I will remember these times.