From the safety and warmth of our covers, we could see that it was cloudy outside and hear the rain dripping in the downspout ... I took the snuggle time to study the muted light on her little face. Her cheeks looked of peaches and cream and her hair, slightly sweeping across her forehead, appeared a strawberry hue. I looked at my beautiful little girl and tried to capture this one moment in time - to engrain her innocence and youth in my memory - because one day, she will be big and won't want to snuggle in my bed, or intertwine her little fingers in mine while whispering about the rain outside.
Where is the 'pause' button' for this life?