Yesterday, Maeve really needed a nap, and she was just gonna be darned if she would take one. She was so tired that she cried every time she got out of bed to tell me she wasn't going to take a nap. I mean, really. I finally did get her down, but she woke an hour later when I was practicing my choir music, as softly as I could.
She seemed almost like she was sleepwalking, she was so tired, so I picked her up and carried her to my bed, and we snuggled up together. I foolishly thought maybe I could get some reading done after she fell asleep, but I soon succumbed to the sunny, warm bed and sleeping baby.
As I rarely get a chance for that long a snuggle, I spent a little time before I fell asleep, just looking in wonder at the beauty of my girl. Her perfect, sweaty, sleep-tousled hair, her little warm body under my hand, her feet pressed up against my legs.
I took some time to think of all the hopes I have for her as she becomes a child, to bless her with every good wish in my heart; that she continues to have a strong, independent personality and refuses to care what others think, but also an ability to blend in when she wants to; a sense of security in her own beauty and worth; good friends who will treat her kindly, whom she will treat kindly; many exciting learning experiences and a deep desire to learn and grow, and many more. In fact, I fell asleep while trying to think of more wonderful things I wanted her to experience and have.
It was a good nap, we both needed it. I wish I had a picture, but I could only draw one in my mind. It felt like this, though.
Described perfectly some of my favorite memories. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Retha. :)
Delete