Yesterday morning I woke up and Jay wasn’t in my bed.
She goes to sleep happy as a clam in her own bed, but every single night since she moved out of her crib, she’s found her way to my bed in the wee hours. I’ve gotten used to it; I don’t even know when she arrives. I’ve always said that she’ll grow out of it some time, and I haven’t given it a moments thought, until yesterday, when I woke up, and she wasn’t there.
It’s over, I thought. That day has finally arrived. I suffered a twinge of nostalgia.
I needn’t have.
This morning I woke up, looked over at the other pillow, and saw her head.
team effort 