Stolen Moments

My favorite momment of the day:
The house is silent, except for the tick-tock of the nursery clock.
I look down and in my arms I see the most precious sleeping baby.
Her cheeks are slightly flushed from the warmth of the blanket.
The weight of her body resting comfortably on my lap.
Her chest moves up and down with the rythimic beat of deep sleep.
I brush her hair off her forehead and give her a gentle kiss.
"I love you my dear sweet Naomi"
There is nothing that I would not do for my little girl.
I gentle lay her down in her crib and close the door.
Stealing these precious momemts before they are gone...