Very often, when I go to bed night, I'll walk into our room to discover that Elegant has taken up residence.
No problem, I'll just move her.
[much grunting and straining...]
My god, how much does this child weigh when she's asleep? Somehow, her 55 pound body is now 217 pounds.
I somehow stumble across the hall with the lump o' El in my arms. I not-drop her into her bed and cover her with blankets. She smiles in her sleep. She's even been known to pucker up for a kiss when one of us hauls her back to her domain. She's definitely a happy sleeper.
I go back across the hall and scoop up the two large pillows, one small pillow, blanky, and seven assorted stuffed animals that migrated to our bedroom with Elegant. Sherpas carry far less up to the top of Everest.
I love it that this child who lives each day so fully and with so much joy is such a deep sleeper. Obviously, she needs the sleep to recharge for the next day. She's also still as cuddly as she was when she was a baby.
Even though she's seven and thinks she's so very big, she's still our little girl.