"You're getting sleepy...."

Dear Lil' Lady Bug,

You look so peaceful all curled up in your pink Boppy! I am constantly amazed at the effect that 4 small ounces of formula has on your growing little baby body. I swear it is like you have been given a tranquilizer!

I love watching you sleep, and sometimes (like this evening) you'll even give us a show. Although you are safely secured in your own private island in the Land of Nod, you still move your tiny little hands and fingers around, and make the funniest faces imaginable. Sometimes you even peek from behind your heavy eyelids and let out a weak coo or gurgle. I have no idea what you dream about, but I must say that I have reflected on the topic a time or two. Bottles? Baby Dolls? Mommy and Daddy? Who knows?!!

It feels like just yesterday, I was staying up all night in the hospital watching you sleep. You REALLY made faces then! Of course they were all just reflexes, but I had never watched a newborn sleep, and I was absolutely amazed at how your little face could twist and turn to show every type of emotion, without you even realizing that any change had occurred. I remember looking at your tiny little body and feeling so undeserving to be called your mother. Don't get me wrong I adore that title, but I had never encountered anyone or anything so innocent and sweet in my lifetime, and it seemed strange to know that you were the product of your father and I. I felt overwhelmed to know that the good Lord had trusted you with your daddy and I. It is a true moment of reckoning, and really makes everything that you once viewed as "important" seem small, and allows you to gain a true sense of perspective.

Well I should probably stop here, little one. Your daddy and I need to get some dinner so that we can attempt to sleep...well...like you!!