I used to dread bed time. The nightfall. The uncertainty, loss of control. How long will the night really be? 

6 months changed that. I look forward to the last bursts of silly energy, the wiggles as I get her bath ready, the noises, splashing, her fine tuned concentration on every new sight. Her thin body melting into mine as I give her the last bottle. Her eyelids weighed down, her body draped over my shoulder as I get one last burp out of her. Her lips loose and her mouth draped open. I lay her on her side, holding her arms close to her, lightly tapping on her back as she falls into a deeper sleep. As excited I am for my own bed time, I look forward to her first smile waking up, a renewed energy and reset joy. 

love you big time, em