After a long day of disagreement and discontent she finally went off to bed. A couple of heavenly quiet hours later she stumbled down the hall into our room. I believe that she was still asleep and gently climbed up into my lap. She snored as though she was still a baby. With all her 75 lbs. on my chest I could hardly breathe, but I loved every minute of it. There was no arguing, or sassiness, vexation, or obnoxious eye rolling, it was just Katie.
The moment lasted for about 45 minutes. She suddenly woke up, bitterly complained to me that I made her too hot and that she had a kink in her neck. She wondered back to her room. Ah... just Katie.
Wendy, my 86 year old mother, showed up for a visit after a heart attack, sleeping in separate bed she asked if i would climb in and be her baby one more time. I resisted and after a few days finally climbed into the large single bed with her. She said she wanted to hold her baby, me, again. I am happy that I did so. She passed in August, and that is one memory I do recall fondly.
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