Goodnight Moon

My tearful daughter rubbed her tired eyes, wanting too many things all at once. I knew her little belly was hungry and ready for her final bottle before bedtime, but all she really wanted was to sleep. Yet she fought sleep at the same time. Her upsetting cries always squeeze my heart. I quickly changed her diaper and made her a bottle while her Daddy held her to abate her whimpers. With a warm bottle in hand, I cuddled into the corner of the couch with her and set to feeding her. She was instantly appeased.  I watched her slowly relax and stop fighting the oncoming slumber. Josh handed me her blanket, and covered her up. Her little fingers curled around the white lace fringed edges as she pulled it up to her cleft chin. She slowly drank her bottle and finally drifted off to her castle in the sky. I put her in her crib, and that's where she's at right now. I hate hearing her get so upset, but it is worth it when i get to see her sweet face relaxed when she finally goes to sleep.