A precious moment

We just finished putting the girls to bed and I just had to journal a special moment. Our bedtime routine is probably like everyone else's. We brush teeth, wash hands and faces if it's not a bath night, put on jammies, read 2 books (each girl gets to pick 1), and then Sophie goes downstairs with Daddy (a special treat for Sophie - they watch Daddy's shows) while I rock Halle.

This is where the precious part comes in.... Sophie was only rocked for 23 months due to having a baby sister arrive. Halle has been rocked for nearly 3 years. She LOVES being rocked. Her favorite song is "This Old Man". I sing the whole song and then we just rock in the silent, dark room for 5 more minutes or so. This is by far one of the best parts of my whole day. So tonight, I am rocking her and the baby starts moving a lot. I tear up thinking about the fact that there is another one on the way. I am in awe at how we've been blessed with 3 kids. I am nervous thinking about how our bedtime routine is going to change in a few months. I am sad that Halle won't be rocked for much longer. I am grateful that God chose us to raise these children.

I absolutely know that when I am an old lady and I reflect back on my life - these years will without a doubt be the most precious to me. When my girls are all grown up, I will remember rocking them and feeling them move inside me. And if I'm too old and crazy to remember, please remind me.