Last night I rocked my sister's baby to sleep.
I sat on the edge of the bed swaying her to comfort.
Her head was snuggled on my chest as I hummed her a soft song.
I released a hushed prayer for the Lord to send Angels to guard her bed and for His peace to soothe her heart and mind and sweet dreams to overtake her.
There was no where else I would have rather been, then there with my simply delectable niece.
The instant she was in my arms, she was calm and my mind wandered.
I reflected on the priceless miracle I held in my arms that belongs to my beautiful sister.
I felt honored to be trusted with such a gorgeous gift that is Megan.
I whispered assurance in her ear about how much her mama loved her.
I told her how special she was and that she could be anything she wanted to be.
But once her heavy, rhythmical breaths told me she was asleep, I held her a little longer.
I kissed her head and realized I was rocking my dreams and my future.
I began hoping for the day that I would sit on the edge of the bed rocking my own babies.
What an amazing day that will be for me.
Someday when my babies are here and crying, and I am so tired of rocking them,
I hope I remember the night I was rocking my dreams, longing for them.
I sat on the edge of the bed swaying her to comfort.
Her head was snuggled on my chest as I hummed her a soft song.
I released a hushed prayer for the Lord to send Angels to guard her bed and for His peace to soothe her heart and mind and sweet dreams to overtake her.
There was no where else I would have rather been, then there with my simply delectable niece.
The instant she was in my arms, she was calm and my mind wandered.
I reflected on the priceless miracle I held in my arms that belongs to my beautiful sister.
I felt honored to be trusted with such a gorgeous gift that is Megan.
I whispered assurance in her ear about how much her mama loved her.
I told her how special she was and that she could be anything she wanted to be.
But once her heavy, rhythmical breaths told me she was asleep, I held her a little longer.
I kissed her head and realized I was rocking my dreams and my future.
I began hoping for the day that I would sit on the edge of the bed rocking my own babies.
What an amazing day that will be for me.
Someday when my babies are here and crying, and I am so tired of rocking them,
I hope I remember the night I was rocking my dreams, longing for them.
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