a year in the morning

Tonight, I peeked in several times just to watch you sleep.  In the morning you will be a year old.  My last baby turning a year sort of pulls at the insides of my soul.  I am heavy with sentimental feelings about my baby turning into a child.  I think back over her year and wonder if I rushed too much.  Did I stop to enjoy all the sweet baby stages?  The thought of your little pudgy legs, elbow and knee dimples, first teeth, the mop of hair on your head and your beautiful little soul bring warmth and happiness to the heaviness I feel.  I am delighted to watch you grow and change, but for right now, I just want to forever remember this beautiful little baby asleep in her crib.  Sweet dreams on the eve of your first birthday.