I have a confession. The babe has been held to sleep… every day of her life. every.single.day.
I hear other Mommas talk about how their little ones jibber jabber themselves to sleep alone in their crib and I think that’s amazing. Think of all the time I could save and things I could get done (dishes!).
But then nights like tonight happen when I fall asleep in her glider. That good kind of sleep, the kind that you just slip into on accident. Then you wake up warm, with a sweaty baby head squished up against your head and you realize that she will probably be ten years old and you’ll still be doing this. Because it’s that kind of perfection.