I am no longer a co-sleeping parent, at least not with our toddler.

Except, shes still in my bed as I write this, snuggled close to me, her right hand wedged under my leg.

You see, we are on vacation, my daughter and I. And my husband, her father, is at home because he had to go back to work.

Theres a perfectly good bed here she could sleep in. She didnt want to.

I didnt push it. I know these snuggles wont last much longer. Nor will the kicks to the ribs or the side of the head in the middle of the night. Im willing to take what I can get.

At this point on our vacation, I am co-sleeping with my daughter, not the other way around.