Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Many Sleeps of Hazel

There is nothing quite like a sleeping baby. I spend all day holding her, rocking her, and now that she is getting older, attempting to keep her busy and happy and looking forward to that moment when she goes down for the night. Then as soon as she's asleep and I go in and check on her, and all I want to do is hold her. There is nothing like a sleeping baby. Nothing so pure and innocent. All her tantrums, crying and mess-making is forgotten. She is a miracle. My miracle.