you see, you never let me do that. when you are ready to go to sleep, you want to be in your crib. i've tried a number of times to cuddle you in the rocking chair, but you just won't have it. every few seconds, your head is off my chest, neck craning to examine your surroundings. tiny hand reaching for my face, studying me. too distracted to snuggle or sleep.
but last night, you fell asleep in my arms. and i drank in every second.
despite what others say, i love rocking my babies to sleep. life is too short to not savor those moments. your sister is too big now, so i'm trying to enjoy your last months of baby-ness while i can.
you're growing up too fast.
i never want to forget the creak of the rocking chair against the hardwood floors, the wooshing of your sound machine as we rock. the quietness of our house in the dark of bedtime. your head on my chest, the smell of your freshly shampooed hair tickling my nose. your tiny hand resting on my arm, wrists lined with chubby folds, your long dark eyelashes splayed in sweet slumber. beautiful rosebud lips parted slightly as you breath in and out... cheeks warm and soft against my own.
you are beautiful.
your first birthday is quickly approaching. i couldn't help but to reminisce on the past year as i held you last night, watching you sleep. i can't imagine our life without you, emmy faith. you bring such joy and sunshine to our home. i couldn't help but to let a few tears slide down my cheeks as i squeezed you and held you close, praying over you.
thanks for giving me that gift last night, my sweet girl. your mama loves you more than you will ever know. i want to freeze time right this moment and keep you this sweet, giggly, happy girl forever. but i also can't wait to see who you become.
love you, my baby girl. will you let me rock you to sleep a few more times until you are too old?
thanks,
your mama
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