One of the little moments we get together are our morning cuddles. I often wake up to a faint "Mummy" yelp from the little bedroom. I get up and bring her to our bed (or poke my husband up and awake to do it instead of me) as otherwise the yelps get louder and louder.
We then just relax and cuddle in bed, her between us, and in my arms. My arm wrapped around her, nose to nose, breath to breath. A bit of milk, a bit of cuddles and just lying there, waiting for the alarm clock to ring.
It is our one little moment in the day, which is just for the two of us. Sometimes quick and hurried, a little cuddle before jumping out of the bed. Sometimes leisurely and relaxed, with both of us napping and falling asleep. It doesn't really matter how quick or how long it is, it always starts my day on a happy way. It makes my day really, our morning cuddles.
Although, to be honest, much of the time our cuddle session ends up with my eye/nose/mouth being poked and prodded and my head being slapped.
Whilst I do love our morning cuddles, you can't call them exactly relaxing...
... especially when I fall asleep and
a mini-sized WWE wrestler my toddler girl slams her body on top of me, momentarily winding me. That has actually happened.
I don't mind though, it is a small price to pay for a beautiful little cuddle.