I wasn’t planning to write today. I was taking the day off. I am taking the day off. From work, from writing, from, well, everything except my kids.
But then this happened.
And I need this in my Diary.
I need to never, ever forget this moment.
And this is why I write.
I went into Brooke’s room. I knew she was still asleep, but there’s no greater luxury than cuddling next to her in the morning, telling her that she doesn’t have to be up yet.
Soon, baby, but not yet.
I curled myself around her – her little sparrow body automatically finding and filling the space between us. I whispered into her ear, You don’t have to get up, baby. Soon, but not yet.
She turned her face to me. Eyes still closed. A smile. Ever so slight. Ever so serene. Unforced. No pretense. Unmistakable. A smile.
I love you so much, baby, I said. So very, very much.
I ran a fingertip around that beautiful face. That beautiful, incredible, perfect face.
You are smart.
Chin to nose.
Nose to hairline.
Tracing the line of those perfect cheeks.
And you can do anything.
She didn’t open her eyes.
But the smile never left.
Ever so slight. Ever so serene. Unforced. No pretense. Unmistakable.
A smile as she said,
So can you.