Do not cry. Rock, rock the stars are in the sky...Z woke up in the middle of the night crying for me. But not really. She was moving through the dark calling my name and I called hers. I scooped her up and cuddled her as I sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her. And we rocked. I've never loved anything more that the individual scent of each of my children and while it does change with age it remains the same. Z will be 5 this fall and I don't get too many quiet moment like these. The days are numbered and I'll take all I get.
P.S. This has nothing to do with me asking if she'd like to take her off my hands this morning at the doctor's office for a wooden nickel. Ack!