For the past week or so, I have been having a hard time sleeping at night. One of those lovely pregnancy side effects from having to change sleep positions from stomach to side. Argh. First trimester exhaustion + not being able to sleep at night = one exhausted mommy.
Since Emmalyn didn't get a terribly long nap yesterday, I thought I'd take her to my bed so I could rest and just MAYBE she would fall asleep. (yeah. right.) I didn't expect much, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway. After she jabbered on for a little while-telling me a story in her own little language-, she decided she wanted me to hold her. I told her that I was tired and wanted to go night night. So here we are lying in bed with my arms wrapped around her, and she starts to softly sing. My sweet, angel of a baby is trying to sing me to sleep! And ya'll. She sings for FORTY FIVE minutes while I drift in and out of sleep! I'm sorry...but if that is not the most precious child...I don't know who is. God has blessed me with a daughter who is so thoughtful and loving at such a young age. My cup overflows.
To my sweet songbird,
Thank you for loving me so sweetly. God has blessed you with an amazing heart, and I hope you get to share your heart with a daughter like you some day.
And Dear God,
I wouldn't mind having another girl! Cause You know, there'd be no way to have a restful 45 minutes like that with a boy!!!!





