I could have gotten frustrated that my daughter was having a hard time falling asleep.
I could have ignored her little cries knowing that soon she would give in.
I could have concentrated on my project and a checkmark in the box.
But I would have missed...
the half hour I got to rock my not so little baby.
the sweet smell of her hair fresh from a bath.
her soft breath on my arm as she sank into sleep.
stolen kisses on her warm cheeks as she lay in my arms.
the opportunity to rock her and her sister together.
quiet, soft moments to pray for my little girls.
the quiet murmers and moans of her last sounds for the night.
the trust in her eyes when she looked up at me.
the sweetness of two little arms wrapped around me.
I could have...but I'm glad I didn't.