I think Emma and I have a small pseudo-cold. We're both sniffly, but not enough to really qualify as "sick." It may be dry air more than anything. She was restless last night, and woke up at about 11:00 pm crying. She didn't want to go back to sleep by herself, she just kept reaching her arms out to me and crying if I left the room.
I picked her up and sat with her a while. She has a comfy La-Z-Boy rocker in her room, so we sat there, wrapped up together in her fleece blanket, for about an hour. I could have put her back down sooner, but I just didn't want to. It was amazing. We were rocking ever so gently, listening to her sleepy-time CD (Bronn Journey) and looking at each other in the dim light from her clock. She was drowsy, but every once in a while she'd open her eyes, stare at me for a few seconds with that ancient knowing look, then smile at me behind her pacifier and close her eyes again. She seemed so happy and secure. She trusts me, she knows me. I will take care of her. Words cannot describe how much I love this little person.
It was a moment out of time, a perfect bubble of contentment.