Rocking- March 11, 2012

Now that Charlotte is a busy toddler she only stops her constant movement for a story. Even then she’s squirmy and trying to turn the pages. Before bed she only likes to be rocked for a minute or two before she’s reaching for the crib.

Tonight was different.

Thanks to the time change, the last light of the day was just barely shining through on her face. She laid her head on my chest and I felt her completely relax in my arms. Our eyes remained on each other in unspoken peace. I breathed in the freshly bathed baby scent that disappears all too quickly during the day as she becomes a little girl all too quickly.

We rocked.

I tasted my tears as I sang lullabys to my baby. Her eyes stayed on mine as I cried and sang for a long time. The light grew dimmer and she fell asleep. I prayed.

Dear God,

Thank you for this gift. I did nothing to deserve the joy that is this beautiful child. Please help me be a better person than I want to be and stronger than I believe I can be. Guide our marriage. Keep us healthy.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Amy

Standing up we rocked back and forth some more, my cheek against hers, her fingers tangled in my hair. I wanted to remember the feeling forever. I finally laid her in her crib and took one last peek at my babe with joy I know only comes from God’s blessing.