magic....

Sleeping Baby with her Precious Milk

 There's a special kind of magic that happens the moment the Little One closes her eyes and drifted off to sleep,
No matter how excitable, how hyperactive, how (sometimes) extremely annoying even (especially in the way she holds Mama hostage at her bed with BAaa playing until she falls asleep)...
The moment those lashes meet....
The breathing becomes deeper, and slower,
And somehow, she turned into a totally different being,
Almost an angel, with all those curls, the long, beautiful lashes, the apple red cheeks,
And all the possessiveness a 2-year old baby can have around the precious bottle of milk...

Magic indeed, that melt all the bad feelings,
that makes everything all right again,
that makes all the hardship no longer so, the annoyance inconsequential
Just the quiet... and the sound of deep breathing....

Until it's time to wake up, until tomorrow...
Sleep tight and sweet dreams, my sweet.