We've held her for hours
walking her to sleep
curled up in our arms
drifting off into dreams
As her body becomes heavy with slumber
we walk
as her eyelids drop slightly
we walk
We walk to the point where the weight of her small seemingly light body
makes our arms feel as if they could fall off
and at that very moment
she drifts off completely
somehow knowing her parents are at the brink
With warm hearts and heavy arms
we place her ever so gently into her bed
she rolls over, sighs, and snuggles into her blankets
for hardly long enough
The walk begins again
but this time
she's fuzzy
she smells like baby
and sleep
~ the walk doesn't seem so tumultuous ~
She's soft
her skin radiant
and her hair glowing like a halo
~ it might be heavenly ~
Every inch of her is warm
fingertips to toes
and her cheeks feel like velvet
The walk becomes
part of the scenic route of parenting
(Paige at just two weeks old... at the very beginning of our journey with our now 14 month old)