Drifting to dreamland

I am sitting here on my bed with Rory lying beside me. She is drifting in and out of sleep. Her little eyes are so red and half open, yet she continues to look at me and hold my big toe as if I'm going to go away. (I am going to go mow the front yard as soon as I know she is asleep - it's a jungle out there!) She has the most serious look on her face but I guess she was born that way. Every once and a while a little smirk will peak through as her eyes slowly fade more and more into her sleepy world. 

She is asleep. I don't want to get up. I just want to sit here forever and look at the beautiful creation God has made and blessed us with caring for. I love her, we love her. She is changing every day. Growing into a chubby little monster - a nice monster that loves to laugh and talk and give kisses. I should go mow the lawn while I have the chance, even if I only get part of it done. We have family arriving tomorrow so it needs to be done.