Two nights in a row of a peaceful Sweet Pea bedtime.
At seven twenty, I read her books.
Then she did her dramatic pretend shiver so I wrapped her in a baby blanket and settled into the rocker with her across my lap. Just like I did when she was an infant.
Oh lord did I sing!
I tried Rockabye Baby which I think is a dreadful song about child endangerment but she sang along lustily so I switched to Counting Stars, her current preference.
She resisted sleep and even shook her head at me.
I had to reprise my greatest hits.
The ones I sang to her when she was drinking four ounce bottles of breast milk in the middle of the night.
You're So Vain.
Baby, Can I Hold You Tonight?
She snuggled in with a handful of my shirt and a purple "magic" pacie and nestled against me and slept. I rocked a bit longer than necessary, I admit.
Because I've missed this. And I'll miss it again, I know.