Every morning, Grace crawls into bed with me at 5:45ish to watch Arthur on PBS as we slowly wake up for our day. She crawls in on Micheal's side (he's already up), bounds under the covers, wriggles her way to my side, and then DEMANDS that I lay the way she wants me to. I am not allowed to lay on my tummy because she doesn't like where my elbows are then, or my back because the snoring (tmi) makes it too hard to hear her show. If I am not aware enough yet, or just want to make her yell the loudest, I will lay on my side facing AWAY from her. This is not accepted AT ALL and is in fact seen as out right rejection. She wants to spoon. And not snore in her ear, but mostly spoon. She wants to start her day with a little bit of intimacy that makes her feel warm and loved, and I hope those couple minutes of love carry her through all the hard parts of going out in the world, and bring her back for more tomorrow. It's kind of cute. Especially when she keeps her elbows to herself and not jabbing my
Then there is the other side of this spectrum. Without too many details, we recently had to make the rule, 'no spooning.' Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd, then we had to back up even more and make it, "Nothing horizontal."
Oh, the difference a few years makes! (I don't even know how we got here!!!)
Because we all know
and that's what we are trying to avoid!
(Images found in google images, none are my own.)