Life: Merry Christmas

Rocking my daughter to sleep tonight, she gave me a wonderful present. Not the warm, stinky kind she gave me when she awoke this morning. No, this was really quite sweet. Rocking in the dark with her in my arms, she started making these little lip-popping and squeaking sounds—gentle, quiet, cute noises. I made a few sounds back to her and soon we were engaged in this lengthy conversation of just pops and squeaks in the pitch-black room.

It was beautiful.

At roughly thirty pounds, she’s starting to get a little big to lay in my arms and rock. Amy cleared out the dresser of little blankets and clothes too small. She’s just moved to a booster over the old, reliable highchair tray. I know all too well that soon all the remaining vestiges of babyhood will be gone as she grows up. But tonight she was my little baby girl, rocking in my arms.

Thank you, Rebekah, for that wonderful gift.