We are Rich...

I can't think of anything I would rather do than spend a day out in the sun with my baby girl. 
It was there, playing outdoors on a glorious day, that I began thinking about how rich I am.
Since I stopped breastfeeding, Scarlett began sleeping through the night.  Sleep was received with open arms! But I didn't expect to miss getting up numerous times in the night with her.  I missed when she'd hold her little arms around me at 2 am and 4:30 am.

Last night, she was sick. Runny little nose. 
Congested tiny baby. 
She's been sick a lot since I weaned her.
Breast Milk=Good Stuff

I hated that she was sick. But I was loving the fact that she wanted to cuddle me.
I would try and lay her down and she would whimper.
I picked her back up....she was content.
I laid down with her small face resting on my chest & we stayed like that for awhile. Ok, for like an hour. 

I held her and rocked her.
I thought:

Soon, my little girl will be a big girl. Oh time, stop...if just for a moment, let me linger here tonight.

We may not be wealthy.

But boy, are we rich. 

Thank you God, For Baby Scarlett.