Your little hands

I know Daddy has already made his contribution to our little blog for the day but I wanted to share too.

I was putting Emma to sleep tonight and she was having a hard time of it. No crying but just wouldn't go to sleep. I thought she was a couple times, only to have her run into the living room again. So, we got a drink of water and back we went to the bedroom. She laid her little head on the pillow but couldn't find a comfy position. She finally reached over and grabbed my neck pulling me to her. She wrapped her little arm around my neck and cuddled me. Then, she raised up, took her paci out of her mouth, and kissed me on the cheek. Realizing she wanted a kiss, I leaned in and she kissed me again. Then returned her head to the pillow, nestled in my neck. I could feel her little fingers on my back. Then she grabbed my hand and held it for a while. I lay there feeling her little hands and fingers remembering back to a time when they were a whole lot smaller than they are now. How she has grown in these last 20 months, but still so little.

It hit me, my baby will not be my "baby" for very long. I'm ashamed to say that at first, I was irritated by having to lay there when I could be up and doing all of the things responsible adults do. Upon having my realization, my heart warmed and I thought there was no other place I would rather be. My sweet girl will not always want her Mommy to lay with her until she is asleep. I realize there will come a day when my presence in her personal space might be irritating to her. When that happens, I just hope that she can have the same realization I have had. Time doesn't stand still and when you get right down to it, all that matters are the ones you love.