I could've rocked all night...

I could've rocked YOU all night. I think we both needed this tonight. Dang, it felt good. It filled a cup...I didn't realize was low.

You haven't 'let' me rock you to sleep in ages it seems. Specifically since you've added baby, baby, Pearl, and mouse to our nighttime routine. We have to rock with everyone and do roll call throughout our story-time to make sure everyone is in attendance. So when it comes time to turn in and rock a little...you typically find it difficult to find space on me to lay down (completely understandable).

But tonight was different.

You were quickly comfortable and snuggled in. So was I sweet girl. So was I.

In the last 3 weeks since your dad has been home from Afghanistan,  you've hardly had a 'bad' day. You've had your meltdowns, but truly far and few between.....as long as mommy and daddy are BOTH in the same room and NOT hugging on each other. (You REALLY don't like when daddy kisses mommy or dad's leg touches mom's while we're hanging all together in the kitchen floor...of where you insisted we all sit).

You've come up with new sounds, new family members (or so they seem) to the family tree. Any time we sing a song that mentions a name we have to go through the ENTIRE list of people you know before you're satisfied..and that's where we end up adding people. BeBop? Who is BeBop? I keep asking you.

You are a social, kind, thoughtful little girl. When someone whines for a toy you have...you've been known to hand it over without fuss (EXCEPT if it's a baby doll).

When we get out of the car at home from baby school, you quickly ask for your neighbor friend - Aleah.

If you see mommy, you ask where daddy is, and if you see daddy you ask where mommy is.

As your head lay against my chest tonight, and you hugged your babies, I reminded myself of how time flies. And that's why I could've rocked you all night. It's also why I let you wash your hands with "bubbles" a little longer than you need to, I let you walk yourself up and down the stairs no matter how long it takes, and in the mornings we may stop to play the drums before going downstairs, and when you want to try on my brand new clothes...I let you. Why not? You're teaching me patience and perspective and I'm loving it.

I could've rocked you all night...if...and only if...I could guarantee a solid 8 hours for myself. Sorry Peach, you take energy. :)

I love you sunshine!

Mom