Wings

Sometimes I wish I had wings.

Both girls were poorly today, Murron especially so and at times I could have reached for those wings. I didn't though and spent some of the morning just watching Murron curled asleep in my bed. Feeling her forehead and conscious of her quick breathing. It actually felt quite luxurious watching her sleep, pushing any thoughts of stuff to do firmly to one side and simply being with my daughter. I don't do it enough.