This morning I was going to wake up early to take a new ballet class. Well, 8am came and went and I was still in bed. I re-set my alarm so I could take my normal ballet class. Well, it goes off, and I smack the snooze. It goes off again and as I'm about to get up, Stry comes and starts to snuggle. And it's not with a little lovin' he'll go away. He was settling in for some serious snuggles and a mid-morning (for him) nap. Maybe it was just an excuse to stay in my warm bed, but I opted to snuggle with my boy instead of traipsing to ballet to further my big picture plans of becoming a better dancer. This March he'll be 11 years old, and we've been together since he was 8wks. It hits me every now and again that he won't always be with me, and that I have a very short amount of time left with him and I need to cherish it, and him, and the mornings he wants to nap together, with his cheek on mine and his little furry paws hugging my arm.
I'm not sure what the point of this post is. Maybe to say - enjoy the moment? Yeah. That sounds about right. Enjoy all the little things that happen in your life on a daily basis. They add up.