A few months ago, I bought Porgie a book of nursery rhymes. I purchased the book mainly for the illustrations. The pictures were made from fabric and were lovingly stitched together. It was a beautiful little book. When we got home, I put the book in Porgie's closet, with the intention of giving it to her for Christmas. I quickly forgot about the book, and it sat idly on the shelf for 3 months.
A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon the book while Porgie and I were playing in her room. I pulled the book down, and handed it to my baby girl. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she turned the pages in the book. We sat down together, and I sang her a few lullabies. Porgie loved it. She rested her little head on my chest and sucked her thumb, content and happy to hear her mommy's voice.
Without fail, Porgie carries this book into the livingroom everyday. She hoists it onto the couch, and then she crawls onto my lap. I sing a few songs, while Porgie snuggles against me. Without a doubt, these few minutes spent singing lullabies have been some of the sweetest and most precious moments in my life.