There is nothing more simply divine, more perfectly precious than my sleeping child.
Throughout the hours of the day her voice is a constant, her expressions twist and shape her face. She is a little girl with a swinging pony tail and quick running legs.
Deep into slumber she is my baby. Her face is soft, round and warm- relaxed. I can kiss her and snuggle her and she won't pull away to busy herself elsewhere.
I am reminded that she is still so small, despite her outspoken preferences and blooming independence. She really will always be my baby.