I Love You Forever

I just rocked Chamblee to sleep.

I couldn't help but notice that we don't exactly fit in the rocker anymore. Her painted toes dangle over one arm rest and her head rests on my unsupported arm well over the edge of the other. Our bellies finally, comfortably, touch and it feels cozy. Unlike the few months where my hard, Jacob-bearing tummy kept us apart, tonight she rests on my still soft tummy. I like it. I can feel every breath she takes in. I whispered to her, "i love you" and with her eyes closed, thumb in mouth, she whispered back, "you too." I almost cried. It gave me an overwhelming feeling. A feeling of "I was once this little girl to my parents. They love me this much." Although, I was never as cute and definitely never as sweet, I was still their little girl, as she is mine. Still am, I suppose. And it happened. I grew up. She will grow up. It almost hurts. No, it does. I used to read "I Love You Forever" and think it was kind of ridiculous how that lady rocked her baby to sleep until he was 50. But now I get it. I'm in. I'll do it for as long as I can.

I came downstairs to find K rocking Jacob. I don't know if I can go through it twice. One of them has to stay little.

COG

JCG

Until Next Time,
The Guff