Sleep, Baby...Sleep

Grammakate at her happiest, holding sleeping Charlie (December 2010)


The world is full of troubles.

People suffer unbearble hardships.

Sometimes it's difficult to sleep, thinking of those who have no beds.

It's hard to stay happy, when there are so many who don't even know (or can't remember) what happiness feels like.

There are more things to worry about than there are hours in a day. That's why I lie awake at night to do it.

But occasionally I am blessed with perfect moments.

I had one today, when Charlie fell asleep in my arms

I sat holding her for an hour, feeling her little tummy rise and fall against mine, trying to make my breaths fit hers. I placed my finger in her hand, and felt her fingers curl instinctively around mine. I felt her weight against my chest, felt her downy hair on my cheek and smelled that indescribable smell that is Charlie...animal crackers and cotton candy, with maybe a hint of cinnamon?

And just for a moment, I knew bliss.

(Thank you.)