Indulge me

My little baby girl isn't a baby any more. Sad, but true. She's now 16 months old and considered a toddler. But every once in a while I get a moment with her where she's still a baby. One of those moments happened tonight, my heart is full.
Tate and I have the same routine for her bed time every night. Read a book, brush her teeth, let her hug and kiss the boys, and then off to bed. I always ask for about eight more kisses and then I put her in bed. Tonight I was hugging her and heard air roll around in her belly. I began patting her on the back just like I've done so many times before. But before she was a baby and it was just another part of eating- getting the burp out. Tonight she laid her head on me like she remembered being held like a baby. She burped but we just sat in the middle of her floor and rocked and patted each others backs.
Tate is so busy that I rarely get to hold her. It's not because I don't try, she is just too busy to stop and be held. In the mornings she snuggles for a couple minutes after the oatmeal is eaten. She sits and finishes waking up, but it's never enough for me.
Tonight she indulged me. Maybe she was just stalling to postpone bed time as long as possible. I don't care the reason. I will never out grow wanting to hold my children, even when they are bigger than me. I know they will start to shy away from the hugging and sitting in my lap all too soon, so I am soaking up every second that I can. I'll breathe in as much of their scent as I can. I'll keep these memories for when they won't just sit with me.
I am thankful for my children. Thankful they show me what fun is. Thankful they show me what in life is really important. Thankful they show me everything good that's in my husband. Thankful that they have made me slow down and realize how truly wonderful our life is. Thanks for indulging me kiddos, you'll never understand how much you mean to me.