Sometimes a moment comes along that is sweet and so worthy of remembering that I spend part of the moment greedily grabbing on to the details and putting them consciously into my memory. Ada and Tim are both snoring next to me but I want to remember forever...
Reading Clickety Clack Moo (also known as Farmer Moo) twice tonight while she used her left index finger to trace each sentence of the notes the cows left for Farmer Brown while I read them.
The smell of her freshly washed hair.
The weight of her body heavy and warm in my lap, leaning back and snuggling her head into my shoulder.
The perfect warmth as we were covered in a soft blanket together.
The sound of her voice when she said she said "No night night," and then rolled over to let me cradle her like I did when she was a tiny baby.
The way her nightlight spins and makes a pattern on the ceiling and walls.
The ocean sounds we all sleep to every night.
The feel of her silky right eyebrow as I traced it with my left thumb.
The radiant beauty of her smiling at me as we starred into each others eyes.
The deep knowledge that on the great time space continuum there was nowhere else I had to be or wanted to be. Peace and gratitude for this child were my only thoughts. Just like my mantra for the year: You are exactly where you are meant to be.
It's been a long time since I've held her until she was nearly asleep. The toddler bed has brought with it a whole new level of bedtime routine structure. Seems like we might want to break the rules a little more often: after a rough week we both needed this time tonight.
Happy weekend and I hope you find some time for whatever you want this weekend.