One Perfect Moment {Now I Lay Me} | Life
One Perfect Moment is all about those moments, big or small, that make you wish they'd last forever. Those moments you want to stop in time, when everything feels perfect, even for just a split-second. Snapshots of the mind. Moments to treasure forever.
Nineteen Months. Not a baby anymore, not yet a little girl. Her face still has some of that round, baby squishiness left in it. The full cheeks. The extra rolls of delightful baby fat still cling to her fast growing arms and legs. Her podgy little belly.
But, there's that whisper of a little girl. I see it in the cheeky glint of her eye as she tears around the house, never stopping for more than a moment. I hear it in her laugh, when she makes a joke or does something silly, when she's playing with her sister. I feel it when she comes up to me unexpectedly and wraps her arms around me.
My baby is growing up. And I'm so not ready for it.
When she was small, sleepy times were a mix of easy and tear-my-hair-out frustrating. Since birth she's had a knack for putting herself to sleep. I'm not sure if it's simply her nature, or a necessity born of being a second child with a big sister not prepared to let Mummy stand for ages patting a baby to sleep.
Whatever it is, despite a few rough patches around times of big developmental leaps and immunisations, our baby girl has been, for the most part, a good sleeper. Content to snuggle in my arms as I rock her to the sounds of her special bedtime music.
Sometimes she would fall asleep almost straight away, safe in the knowledge that all small people seem to have, that a mother's or a father's arms are the best place in the world.
Other times, she would lay there in my rocking arms, staring up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. When she does this, she seems to have a wisdom beyond her years. Framed with those long lashes she inherited from her Daddy, it's almost as if she knows, the same way I know, that these days of being held and rocked in my arms are numbered.
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| Baby Zee, exactly 7 hours and 5 minutes new, July 2013 |
But other nights? Other nights, as she settles in my arms, she looks up at me with those knowing, soulful eyes. She gazes at me the way she has since birth. Her little body relaxes as she lets go of the play and chaos of the day.
Sometimes her chubby little fingers reach up and explore my face, touching my lips, my nose, my neck. In doing this, I feel as though she's doing with her fingers, what I am trying to do with my heart.
Memorise this moment. This feeling. Tuck it away into the very deepest part of my soul.
We both know these moments won't last forever. Soon, she will be too big for me to cradle in my arms, rocking her to the gentle strains of a lullaby we have danced to since the very day she was born. A lullaby filled with the soft gentle music of the bond between mother and child. A bond so exquisitely beautiful that it overwhelms my heart, fills it to bursting.
I want to commit every detail of her lying there in my arms to memory. I never want to forget the feel of her gaze, the touch of her soft hands. The way her eyes grow heavy and the line of her mouth relaxes.
In this moment, everything is perfect.
A perfect moment of pure, unadulterated love.
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I still need to share my moment from a couple of weeks ago!!
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