I know she's not always going to need me like this. And that's both comforting and heart breaking. Someday she's going to have wants that I can't or won't meet, but for now she only had needs and I can fulfill those needs in ways that no one else can.
I enjoy swaying her to sleep at night and the feeling of her big baby head pressed against my shoulder. I love the evenness of her breathing when she has finally succumbed to the Sand Man.
She is the only person in the world who takes pleasure in my singing. However, for as tone deaf as I am, I've always been a decent dancer. I guess I feel music better than I hear it and she enjoys dancing with me to church songs and Edelweiss, one I remember my mom singing to us as kids too.
Someday she is going to realize I can't sing and want to read before bed and put herself to sleep, so I will cherish these moments and her quiet breath on my chest.
Good night, sweet baby. I love you.
