As I sway her from left to right, left to right, left to right I feel her body slowly get heavier in my arms. We just finished one of those epic meltdowns that babies and toddlers have when they are fighting sleep and you end up wrestling them in your arms and a head smash was bound to happen.

I am tired and exhausted, and there is a to do list repeating itself in my head reminding me of the things I wanted to do an hour ago. It is hard to turn off the to do list, the things I wanted to do for myself, but I know in the end it is worth it.

In this moment, nothing is as important as swaying her left to right feeling her snuggle into my body the further she slips into sleep.

In this moment there is nothing as important as hearing her breathe deeper and her tiny little hand curled up next to my chest.

In this moment, in this season, nothing is as important as her.