For once she didn't fight a nap.
A good old holiday nap.
She wanted my arm under her head like a pillow. I started to fall asleep with my face in her ponytail. I couldn't get closer to her.
It's a safe beautiful place.
I love listening to her breathing evening out. Her little tiny breaths. Her body catching some rest.
We snuggle like spoons.
Perfectly fitting together. Perfectly imperfect. Perfect for each other.