I laid down to take a nap with Emma this afternoon while Baby Sadie dozed as well. It was cloudy, cold (Yanks- Read: AT least 40 degrees F.) and gray, and a wonderful day to snuggle up to my petite little girl and sleep. An hour later, I felt Emma stirring. I opened my eyes to see her chin propped up in her hands less than two inches from my face, her blond curls wild with static.
“Hey, Momma. What are we eatin’?”
Emma- in a nutshell.