Sweet. . .

This afternoon, while Emma was sleeping, I packed for our weekend trip and then sat down to read. A few minutes later, I heard Emma walk out of her room. She's had a cold for a couple of days and her little eyes looked so tired. She had slept almost two hours, but I was hoping she'd take a longer nap so her body could recover more. She walked over to the couch where I was sitting and crawled up on my lap. She nestled her head into my chest and I started to hum while scratching and rubbing her back. Her eyes were open for a few minutes and then she was out. I can't remember the last time that happened. I was soaking it all in and enjoying every second of it, thinking that she'd wake up quickly and start running around. Ten minutes went by. Then twenty. Then forty. After she had been sleeping on me for 45 minutes, I realized I had drank too much water. I didn't move. I was too happy. I was uncomfortable, but I was so happy. She slept, curled up in my arms (as curled up as a 3-year old can be), for almost an hour. When she woke up, she smiled and her eyes were so much brighter. We were both happy. I watch her grow every day and I see her becoming less and less of my little baby. I know, she's not been a baby for a very long time, but she's so much more mature lately. So today was very special for me, knowing that my little girl, who's not really so little anymore, still wants to curl up on my lap and snuggle with me.