There was a time the only way my baby, Reagan, would nap was in your arms. Literally between myself, my husband and my parents we spent hours holding her so she would nap. I remember sitting there sometimes thinking about my list of things to do. But then I would look at her, in my arms, and give myself grace. Grace to know my list will still be waiting at the end of nap time. Grace that I can only do so much and holding Reagan is important, more important than anything on my list. And Grace to let myself enjoy these moments with my baby.
Because as baby’s do, they out grow these phases of needing to be held to nap. And literally one day it just stopped, and looking back I couldn’t tell you when that day was.
My joy came today in lots of forms. A morning at church. A day spent with Ryan and Reagan. A family dinner with fried chicken to celebrate my dads birthday! But my heart swelled when my sweet 17 month old fell asleep in the car. I carefully got her out and she napped on her mama for over 30 minutes. I soaked up het sweet smell, her chubby baby cheeks and her little sleeping sighs. These moments are rare these days and I am thankful I was able to cuddle her today!
365 Days of Joy 