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Sweet child,

I’m sorry I didn’t stay cuddled up with you longer tonight. I quickly tucked you into bed because I was exhausted.

The night didn’t go as planned, and I was frazzled by the time we got to the end of the day. All I wanted was for everyone to be in bed. I wanted the house to be silent so I could hear myself think. I wanted a minute to catch my breath.

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But I should have stayed with you. I know you needed that extra time to unwind from your day. I know you needed an extra cuddle of reassurance. But instead, I quickly got you to bed, and my tone probably showed frustration. I’m so sorry about that.

I shouldn’t have rushed past this moment. You are more important than anything else I need to do. I should have taken the time to hear more about your day instead of desperately trying to get to the end of mine.

I can’t get this moment back with you, and I regret that because I lost one more night with you under my roof. We are now one step closer to you growing up. It seems to happen in the blink of an eye, which I realize more and more these days. I’m sorry I was selfish and put my desire for comfort above what you needed tonight.

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I don’t want to waste this precious time with you because the older you get, the more I know how fleeting these moments are, the more I realize it’s not going to be like this forever. The next time I have a chance to snuggle with you a little longer, I want to take it.

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Tynea Lewis

Tynea Lewis is a teacher turned freelance writer and watercolor artist. She and her husband are raising two girls, and they love spending time together at their family cabin. Tynea remembers loving to write as early as first grade, and she has a heart for encouraging women. She writes for various platforms, including Living By Design Ministries and Just Between Us. You can connect with her at tynea-lewis.com, on Instagram (@TyneaLewis) or Facebook (@TyneaLewisWriter). Her original hand-painted greeting cards are available at https://www.etsy.com/shop/WonderAndWanderArt.

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