30 Days of Thanks #15

When I was a little girl, I would cry if my sister wouldn't let me sleep with her even though we had a bunk bed and she was only a few feet away. I love having someone to sleep next to. I co-slept with two of my kids, and I loved having them curled up next to me. Now they are bigger and they don't fit in our full size bed so well. And they don't like it when I smother them in kisses like a used to do. On the rare occasion that there is bad weather or someone has a bad dream, one of them will climb in bed with me and I remember how it used to be.