A dorm room quality

This is such a different night from last night.

My daughter is having a friend sleepover.  It is only the 3rd time this has happened.  The 1st time her little friend slept side by side and almost spooned (at the age of 6), so sweet.  The 2nd time ended in disaster, as her friend wasn't ready to be away from home, so at midnight her mummy had to come and get her.

Now my child can sleep anyone and everywhere, but not every child can.  So with this 3rd attempt, I was hopeful, especially as we now have a fabulous inflated bed.

And sure enough, it is peaceful.

I mean really quiet.

I'm going to risk having a bath, but I think this one is going to be a success.

Oh no....now the flood gates are open.....I see more sleepovers looming on the horizon.

It's worth it.  My child was so happy to have her friend here.

Silently sleeping

There are nights when I go into my child's room, to check on her before I go to bed and I find myself just standing there.
My heart literally swells, it skips that beat as I look down on this small person, who is growing daily. Changing before my eyes.
Her snuffling in her sleep makes me smile. She is totally unaware of my presence.
I am still in awe that she is mine. She came from, yes there was her father, but the miracle that is birth still amazes me, even 6 years after the fact.
She seems so peaceful and calm tucked up in her duvet. Her face peeping out from beneath the covers.
Her skin is so perfectly smooth and soft, that it's hard to imagine her as a spotty teenager (perish the thought!)
Kissing that delicious cheek, I smile as I leave, closing the door gently.
Walking into my room, my quiet sanctuary, I remind myself how lucky, how blessed I am to have this feisty, gorjous girl in my life.