The other night, Abby was rather fussy and wanting to be held. Having a child that you are unable to hold for a long time and even then have to ask for permission to hold in the hospital means that you are actually thankful for these kinds of nights! (Wow, I'm pretty sure that was a run-on sentence. Don't tell my kids. Let's call it my writing style.) *wink*
Anyway, I digress.
Like I said, I loved every minute of it! The girl snuggled right on up to me and slept so soundly for about an hour before I laid her down.
She fell alseep holding my shirt. :)
Lord, help me to never grow tired of holding my girl.