Today you gave me the pleasure of rocking you to sleep for your nap time,
though it wasn't for much of a fun reason.
I think you have a new tooth coming through and it's really bugging you.
I haven't rocked you asleep in ages, and so I enjoyed every minute of it.
I watched as your eyelids slowly gave in to the sleep, and heard your breath calming down.
I felt my arms tiring under your weight, but I held onto you.
I buried my face in your soft hair and sniffed up the glorious scent of sunscreen and your warm skin.
And you fell asleep in my arms.
You're growing up, and some might call you a toddler.
But you are still and will always be my baby.
You okay with that?