The 4 a.m. Memory
"Mommy . . . . Mommy . . . Mommy? Will you lay with me for a little bit?" I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. The blurry numbers 4:00 flashed back at me. This morning. 4 a.m. "What's the matter, honey?" I asked, trying to get my mind and body in sync. "I just wondered if you would come and lay with me in my bed," she asked. My Ella. She doesn't ask that of me very often. She is such a good sleeper, and going to bed has never been a big battle with this one. However, every once in a while she wakes in the middle of the night and can't seem to get herself back to sleep. That's when she finds her way to my bedside, and with her sweet little hand, gently nudges me to the land of the living with her soft voice. I don't mind crawling into her bed with her on nights like that. They are few and far between, and it's so rare that this little one stops long enough during her day for a snuggle, that I love late nights (o...