Bekah is asleep right now, and if I wasn’t sure the flash of light would wake her, I’d take a picture of how incredibly adorable she is.
Tonight is the first time she took something to bed with her. We tried to force a bear on her as a “transitional object” when she was younger. We thought it’d make not just bedtime, but all of her appointments (like the upcoming eye appointment I’m already nervous about), and everything else easier too. But she never really cared about it.
She doesn’t care all that much about tonight’s doll, either. She really only wanted it because it cries, opens and closes its eyes, and breathes – basically, it was a way to prolong actually going to sleep.
Luckily, it has an off switch, and her room was too dark for her to see how to turn it back on. You’d better believe she has that poor doll stripped and half ripped apart as I write this because she was feeling for an on switch.
And yet, in all of her mischievous glory, there is something so sweetly innocent about how she’s laying there, her sleepy little arm draped lovingly over this poor doll. It’s enough to make me want to stop time, to cuddle her and kiss her.
I’ve been rushing through the past few days barely keeping up with Bekah climbing on EVERYTHING and Sam pulling himself up and falling over everything. But the way she’s sleeping tonight reminds me of just how blessed I am to have two children who can make me feel like I’ve done nothing all day but save them from imminent danger of their own making.
I really am a lucky gal…and I really did sneak back in and take a picture of her. Since they’re all about tempting fate right now, I may as well be too.