There are moments in my life that I feel like I need to bottle, put high up on a shelf to pull down in my weakest moments and soak in all the good again and chase away the grey. Nights like these belong on that shelf. There is something hauntingly beautiful about this sleeping little lovebug full of six months of life curled on my chest, the place she feels happiest and safest. It's magical. Motherhood is magical. I am constantly telling my husband 'I can't wait until she can run and play and talk'. I am always looking forward to all the new milestones our girl is going to tackle but these moments, these are the ones that leave me hoping those new events will wait just a little longer to come our way. She smells so sweet, still so new, but ironically like the smell of your favorite old blanket. She is comfort. She is warmth.
I love to watch her sleep and somehow that little girl curled in my arms becomes strong, this incredible child that I know will become a strong woman and will do amazing things. Ever feel like you just know something is going to happen? That's how I feel about her. She is a wave waiting to swell. She is going to be brilliant. I don't mean brilliant in that she will be smart, though she will, I mean it in the sense that everything about her is going to be special. She is going to bring so much joy to every person who becomes a part of her team, her 'people'. She is going to be unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. And she is going to do it all with grace and beauty.
I have a beautiful child. I have a supportive and loving partner. I have a blessed life.
I am the luckiest person on the planet.