Today I held our little baby in my arms and slowly rocked her to sleep.
And all at once I was overcome with a million emotions.
For one nano second I was sad. Sad because these moments that I get to rock my baby to sleep are numbered.
But for the rest of the half hour that I sat in her dark bedroom, in your grandma's old rocking chair, I was oh so grateful.
I am mother. A mother to a beautiful, pure little baby.
How could my life possibly get any better?