I have come to the recent realization (unfortunately, much like hitting a brick wall) that our Little Olive is no longer an infant and is very close to being an honest-to-goodness little girl. And I love that her little personality is blooming bigger. And her vocabulary is growing. And her sheer joy at discovering new things is bubbling over.
But I also loved cuddling and rocking with her in the small hours before bed. And I will miss those quiet times. I can feel them slipping away. (To be traded for new and different wonderful things, for sure.) So, when she wants a cuddle or a few minutes longer in the rocking chair, I indulge and sniff her hair and hold her tight, because I know that soon enough she won't fit in my lap. And her fears and pains won't be soothed with a few minutes of quiet rocking.
As much as I look forward to many wonderful things to come with this wonderful little girl in our lives ... the realization that rocking will one day be a thing of our past makes me just a little teary.