My daughter's almost a year old. I used to hold her and rock her until she fell asleep every night for a long time. I then began to allow her to let herself go to sleep. She didn't really fuss too much. She's more of a "I'm going to talk to myself and then I'll fall to sleep" kind of kid. She got to the point where she enjoyed that time in her crib. It was her play time.
But .... every once in a while, she'll let me hold her and rock her to sleep. I do cherish these moments so much. I love holding her and cuddling her and then letting her drift off to sleep in my arms. I hold her for a little bit after she goes to sleep as I stare into her little angelic face. She's so beautiful, peaceful and pure. She doesn't know any bad ... only good. She sleeps so soundly in my arms. She does not startle. She just seems to enjoy the time as much as I do.
I look at her in this deep slumber and think of how lucky I am that she's part of my life. I think of how wonderful she truly is and what a wonderful gift she is. I think that if I could keep her this small forever I would. I would hold her and rock her to sleep every night. I would look into her face and study every centimeter of it. However, I know what is is and what I wish will not happen. I will enjoy every second of these wonderful moments that I get with her as if it's my last.
Before I leave my angel for the night, I give her little kisses on her forehead and place her so gently in her crib. As I walk out the door, I know that these days are numbered, but when I can get one, I will surely enjoy every second of it.
Again, this is only the occasional thing I get to experience, but when I do, I cherish it so much.
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