You just wouldn’t go to sleep tonight. Eight hours you were awake, at a time when four hours awake is an eternity. As always Dad had the magic touch, finally getting you to pass out over his shoulder. Not that you wanted to sleep, you wanted to stay awake forever with the grown ups. So much fussing.
I’m not going to lie, Mom and Dad were on the edge of losing it. We haven’t slept for more than a few hours at a time for over a month. It’s hard.
However, as I held you close to me, I couldn’t help think that I know I’ll miss this. These few precious months that you’re little, and can be tucked up to me and so easily held with one arm. I dance to the music with you, swaying to the beat hoping you’ll sleep. Imagining that someday I’ll be dancing with you as a toddler, then someday as a woman and I’ll tear up, because I’ll remember this. Dancing with you when you were just a little thing.