Stolen Moment

So I know I have been writing a lot about your sleeping lately. Forgive me.

This morning you were fussy, and I was a little on edge. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the rain that won't let up. Maybe it's the family descending starting tomorrow__something I'm extremely happy for, but I'm just feeling a bit of the crunch.

A few moments ago, I stopped my cleaning and preparing and went in to check on you. Your usual talking had turned to crying instead of to sleep. The minute I walked into your room you started to bounce and laugh. Even in the darkness I could see your excitement. I picked you up and I took you to our chair. I put you on my lap and you laid your little head on my shoulder and I sang to you and you drifted off to sleep.

I held you longer than I needed to. I kissed your balmy little forehead. I stroked your golden hair. I rocked slowly back and forth, back and forth. And then I laid you in your bed and you settled in with a contented wiggle. I looked at you and I thought,"This is my life. I am your mama and you are mine."

I'm glad. It's a good life.