My tired little angel headed for bed tonight, bleary eyed and sweet. I headed down to read to her a minute or two later and she was half awake, bundled into her favorite blankets. I sat on her bed with her chosen book and she climbed into my lap and burrowed her face into my chest and sighed. I began to read softly, one arm around her, one holding the book, and her breathing became soft and regular. I knew she was asleep, yet I continued to read. Tears welled up at the overwhelming joy of her small life, the graceful melody with which she overlays our lives. When I finally needed to leave I leaned down and kissed her small cheek and she smiled...and once again I melted. I am so fortunate to be a part of this superb little person's life.