~ cuddle me mama. ~ itch my back mama. no the other side. up. yeah. itch it harder mama. that's enough. ~ move over mama. ~ turn over I want your face mama.
she is soft and warm and smells of loveliness she wriggles and turns all night she needs to touch my skin she listens to 'the three little pigs' or sometimes its 'the gingerbread man' while we lay together, me pretending to sleep so she'll stop talking and close her eyes she squeezes so tightly saying 'your a good mama, I love you' she is three and sleeps in our bed.