The Little Things Matter Most

Little woke briefly last night and while I usually don't run to her first yelp, I walked in, picked her up out of her crib to just sit and rock in our chair. Not sleeping. Just rocking, back and forth with her leaning against me, listening to her breathing and feeling her fingers play on my arm. Sometimes, sleep doesn't come, and when it doesn't, these are the moments that make you realize just how much the simplest things matter in life.

"Mommy, I can get it!"

"I can't get out..."

This little girl wants to stand so badly...