You're in my bed. Not supposed to be. It's late, and you should be upstairs in your own bed.
But here you are...having fallen asleep during daddy's prayer, and I don't have it in me to move you. I love to snuggle my face in your lavender-scented hair and feel your little warm body all curled up next to me. You are the light of my life. The end if the rainbow. My darling.