don't ever wake a sleeping baby. unless.

we've been so focused on sleep the past (almost) year that i'd forgotten how sweet, how charming, how positively magnetic a baby in deep slumber is.

i had to wake her to help out my sister. when i saw how peaceful, how asleep she truly was, i held my breath. and tears flowed. such a sweet, sweet face, breathing and then sucking on her paci. like nothing else. i couldn't do it. but then i had to, and so i began to sing. i didn't want to startle her, so i sang, and then gently touched her face, and she stirred, ever so slightly, so i sang a bit more loudly, and pop! her eyes alighted on me.

sweet sweetness.