Mornings

Every morning, I usually pull Lyla into bed with me for her morning bottle.  It's our time to cuddle without any other distractions.  It's the rare 30 minutes we have during the day to do nothing other than look at each other...to breathe each other...for her to look up at me and grab my nose and for me notice how long her eye lashes have grown.  But this particular morning, Emma opened her eyes a little earlier than normal and sleepily crawled into bed with us.  Thankfully- I had been sifting through pictures on my camera the night before, so it was sitting on the nightstand, just close enough to capture this preciousness. It's only times like this that I feel badly that Benny is such a good sleeper.