I've been in a funk lately. You know how people say, "It has been one of those days"? Well, I could easily say, "It has been eight of those days."
I'm not going to start a pity party. People around me have much worse going on in their lives. Sometimes I see sadness and stress from others and my heart literally falls for them. I wish I was a magician or a millionaire to make everyone's troubles go away...even for that day.
And at the same time, there is so much happiness too. Several of my friends have given birth or announced their pregnancies or their baby's gender; birthdays have been celebrated, weddings, reunions, discoveries, people finding their life's paths...
But regardless, there has been a fog hung over my head and it finally caught up to me today. I was cleaning up our dining room floor and ended up wiping away more than the dust and crumbs.
So around 5:00pm, the three of us were sitting on the couch, and Little Olive was trying to get comfortable for a nap. I could tell. She was going back and forth between us, purposely disrupting the dog's nap as she moved. We wouldn't normally let her sleep at that time, but she had a crappy nap today and I figured a short little snooze couldn't hurt.
She had been in my arms for only a few minutes when I looked down to see she had fallen asleep.
She hasn't slept in my arms in a very, very long time. Maybe a couple months?
I just watched her for several moments and could have let myself cry again at how beautiful she was. But I held it together. (Geesh. Get a grip, after all.) She was just so beautiful. Her little face was so smooth and peaceful, and she twitched into a smile at one point. It was like holding my newborn baby again.
She woke up not even 5 minutes later, suddenly energized enough till evening. It was good for me too.
I might need to hold her like that again tomorrow.
She'll think she's getting spoiled...but if only she knew that I was the one getting spoiled. She's just such a little dear. I love her so much!