A Memory

Emma, it's 11:15 pm and I just peeked in your room to check on you before I go to bed. I had a memory. Lately you have wanted every toy and book you can find in the bed with you. But tonight for some reason the bed was empty. Just you and your blanket. It made me remember the first night you slept in a toddler bed instead of in your crib. Daddy and I both came up around 11 to check on you before going to bed. It was dark and our eyes weren't quite adjusted yet. We both had to get really close to the little bed before we saw you. You were asleep up on your knees in a little ball, and looked so tiny in that big bed. Tonight you looked tiny again. It made my eyes well with tears. Sleep well, my baby girl.