I woke up around 3 a.m. to two furry little bodies snuggled next to me. It’s no surprise to find Toby curled tightly against my chest, but I can count on one hand the number of times Olive has slept in our bed in her two years. She was lying in between Aaron and me. It made me so happy to hear their purring and know they were close. I was so happy; I hated getting out of bed and disturbing our fragile system. Our days are numbered with just the kitties, and I know things will change when the baby gets here. Obviously, I’m thrilled about his arrival, but I’m a little sad, too, to think our first babies might feel less loved.
These little guys were such a comfort to me on the long nights when Aaron was on set during graduate school. I feel, in a way, like I owe them for their companionship, as strange as that may sound. There was such a difference between coming home to a silent, dark apartment and coming home knowing two friends will be there to greet me at the door, day in and day out. Aaron thinks they are able to anticipate the great change that’s about to happen in this family and are enjoying the last bit of time before it. I tend to agree, and I, too, am taking every second to enjoy life just as it is now.