AMs (Ainsley Mornings) to treasure.

There are moments when I look at my girls and am so filled with love it really does hurt. They are so sweet, so beautiful, so precious to me. This morning I had one of those moments... my little Ainsley bear cried out for me earlier than usual, so I picked her up and brought her into bed with me. At 2 years old, this can go either way: excitement to be in Mummy's bed followed with chatting and poking my face, or snuggles under the warm covers. Today the snuggles prevailed. Cuddles commenced with her laying on top of me, her head resting on the pillow beside mine. I layed still, hoping she'd follow suit, delighted when she did. As she dozed off, I felt complete and utter contentment. Pure love.

Listening as her breath slowed.

Feeling the warmth of her next to me, her arm wrapped around my neck, her forehead against mine, her breath against my cheek.

Then she moved onto her side, her body still close to mine. I peaked at her... her sweet face, soft with sleep. Her hand tucked against her cheek, holding her pink teddy. Her eyelashes dark against her pale skin.

Wishing against time that the moment would never end. Filled with such incredible love.