Dilly,
I have confession. Every night when you are sleeping, just before I turn out all the lights and go to bed, I creep into your room on tiny mouse feet and gaze at you. I have hardly missed a night since the day you were born. I just stand over your crib and watch you peacefully breathing in and out and take in all of your yummy-ness. No matter how rough our day was, in that moment, all is perfect in the world. More than once, I have just stood over you and gotten all misty eyed from it all.
Last night, for the first time ever, you caught me.
It must have been so very creepy for you. You rolled over, looked up, and there I was just peering back at you. As an adult, that is actually one of my worst fears realized. You handled it better than I would have though. You scrunched up your eyebrows at me, smiled, reached up a finger to do your touch thing, and then scrunched up your eyebrows again.
I took that as my invitation to get out. So I did. And you fell right back asleep.
Still though, you can bet your sweet self I'll be right back in there again tonight. No lesson learned here.
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