I had a fabulous weekend visiting with my daughter, son-in-law, and my delightful 22-month old granddaughter. I love watching my daughter and her husband in action as parents, and I can see so much of their tender caring reflected in the baby’s sweet disposition.
As I rocked my precious granddaughter to sleep in the quiet of the night, I felt completely at peace. I could feel her breaths growing deeper and her body sinking into mine as she gave in to sleep. As she slumbered, I smelled her freshly shampooed hair and thought about her splashing around at the park earlier that day, squealing with delight. I remembered when I held her mother this way, and the thought made me smile.
There is no way to adequately describe the tranquility of a moment like this, or the contentment of knowing that all of these joyful moments will forever dwell in my soul and be passed on to future generations.