Tonight Evee and I got in much later than normal. She had been sleeping and I had transported her to the car and then from the car.
She loves sleep. It has never really been a problem with her. I told her we were home and she could be in her bed. I laid her there and kept the door open to check on her again before I went to bed.
She was awake. She pulled the covers off and reached for me. I held her and sat on the bed. Then asked her if she wanted to lay down in her bed and she shook her head. I held her, then went to the rocking chair and rocked until I thought we'd both fall asleep, then put her in her bed and held her hand. She held on to my fingers and I rubbed her face just like my parents did (and have done some moments not too far gone). Then I kissed her head and her hand (that was still holding mine). Told her I loved her.
I know we were both so tired and wouldn't have slept well in that rocker, but we didn't want to lose that moment either. Of being together.
So tender to hold a child at the end of the day and feel such peace. Such rest. Even if we are tired.
This is how I feel about this girl. She is such a joy.