Once upon a time, I sat in a rocking chair and lulled you to sleep. You always snuggled in, grasping a lock of my hair and fluttering eyelashes that were oh, so long.
Now, you have a bedtime routine that doesn't involve me. Hey, I think that means I've done something right! You've even started reading before lights-out, a kindred spirit :-). We hug, kiss, pray. Your eyes close quickly, lashes still enviable.
In a few years, I will not know what time you choose to visit dreamland. Your nightly rituals will, no doubt, vary by the weight of your responsibilities and the exhaustion of your day. The room down the hall might still be pink, but the twinkle lights will be long gone. Just know, I will still be talking to God about you, as we gaze upon the same moon.
You were born in the wee hours of a new day, greeted by lullaby songs and soft lighting....you are a funny, friendly, determined, focused, loving, talented, child of God....you are above and beyond anything I could have wished for.
You will always be my little girl.