Every night I try to center Bo between me and the mister so I don't end up sleeping on a sliver of mattress.
And almost every morning I wake up with Bo nestled up next to me.
Sometimes it's because he wakes up and I'm too tired to nurse him so I pull him over to me and then fall asleep.
But sometimes I don't remember him waking up at all.
Yet there he is when I wake up, in the crook of my arm or pressed up against my shoulder.
Or he wakes up first and yanks on my ponytail until I open my eyes.
I miss falling asleep cuddling with the mister, but he and I will have decades and decades with no one to cuddle but each other.
Sometimes I miss waking up without a finger jabbing me in the nostril.
Mostly I try to appreciate that Bo loves and needs me so completely that he is drawn to me even in our sleep.
And that I love him so much that I can take him in my arms without waking up.