Fleeting moments

I sat today, holding my 9 month old little girl and rocking her to sleep. As she lay sleeping quietly against me I just studied her sweet little face. Tears came to my eyes as I thought about how quickly she is growing up, and how these moments of me holding a sleeping baby against me are numbered. I listened to her softly breathing and occasionally a contented sigh would escape her. It was heavenly. I love seeing the new things she accomplishes every day, like how she is crawling everywhere. And I love hearing her try out new sounds, and try new foods. I can't say I'll miss everything that goes by the wayside as she grows up. But I will miss the sweet baby moments.