Brenda woke with hair in her face. Which was odd because Sharon normally slept wrapped around her back, and last night was no exception. Next she registered the tiny feet pressing into her legs and the small back along her stomach. As she slowly opened her eyes she pushed the curly blonde hair away. Their daughter had climbed into bed with them at some point last night and was now cuddled up tight to Brenda. Brenda couldn't help but smile.
She remembered a time when this would have felt like torture, like being suffocated between two sources of heat and limbs. But now she didn't mind. Her girls were so cuddly, and now Brenda treasured mornings like this. No pre-school or work to go to. When they could wake at their own pace and watch movies in bed and stay in pjs all day. Brenda knew that Mila was only two and that she had nothing to worry about now, but there would come a day when she wouldn't want to do this with her mommas anymore. A sad day that would be.
Brenda kissed Mila's head and wrapped her arms around their daughter. She snuggled more closely to Sharon and tried to drift back to sleep. The next time she would wake it would be to a tiny two year old jumping on the bed and landing on her because she thought it was funny.