Although at times it pains me to think that Libby is, indeed, growing up, despite my pleas to someone above, there are a few things that make this growing up thing a wee bit more bearable...
Take, for instance, the joy that fills my heart when I can lie down next to her, arms holding her tight, and sing her to sleep.
I could stay next to her for hours.
What a blessing. A simple, simple blessing.
Makes me smile.