I love to hold her while she sleeps, soft, limp, warm baby girl.
I love her sighs, little murmurs, tiny twitches, when she nestles a little closer.
I love to watch her wake, stretching, eyes opening, looking around,thousand-watt smile blazingonto her face.
Holding her is a reminder that despite my numerous flaws and failures, sometimes I do get it right.
She's a great comfort.
I love to hold her while she sleeps.