I was just watching my daughter sleep. 3 and a half years of bundled sweetness alternately curled up in a ball or stretched out like a cat lying in the sun. Never far away: her thumb and her ‘bits’ – that’s Delaney-speak for ‘blanket’.
It is amazing that something so strong willed and sassy turns into an angel as she sleeps…her face so truly peaceful. I could, and sometimes do, stare for hours. It is part of my nighttime ritual. I literally cannot go to sleep in our home if I have not checked on her and Cooper. I always whisper, “Mommy loves Delaney” and “Mommy loves Cooper” in the hopes of creating sweet, comforting dreams.
I am amazed by the extraordinary little being she is becoming. I am amazed that 3 and a half years have flown by. I am amazed that she spent 9 months kicking at my kidneys and the past nearly 4 years carrying my heart around with her. It is as though my heart moved outside my body the day I gave birth. And there is absolutely no amount of maneuvering that will put it back in its original place.
But, that is ok. This is just part of being a Mommy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Goodnight. I have an angel to see. (make that two angels)