Those Magic Moments

We've all had them. What's yours?

I had a magic moment last night. It was like it was custom-made-to-order. Perfect. My little girl was in her blue flannel jammies, ready for bed, and she looked up at me with those huge, soulful brown eyes and said, "Rocka, rocka mommy? Please?" Her tiny little finger was pointing the rocking chair in the corner of her room.

I sat down and she climbed into my lap, clinging to her three little snuggle-bears that she sleeps with at night. "Book?" she asked. She selected one of my favorites--Mommies are for Counting Stars. I read it to her and she sighed one of those sweet little baby sighs. One of those sighs that says everything in the world, right at the moment, is right and good.

Her warm little body was snuggled against mine, her bare toes curled against my legs and her head planted firmly under my chin. In a few moments, her breathing changed, slower and deeper and her body got heavier. Sleep had come upon my little girl.

And that was my magic moment. The soft sound of her breathing in my ears, her silky hair against my neck, that wonderful clean baby smell, and the peaceful smile that graced her face as she slumbered. It was my magic moment, and my heart made a memory that I will forever carry with me.