My dad always says there are three things in life you could happily gaze at for hours on end - a crackling fire, flowing water and a sleeping baby.
When she was born I used to just look at her. I didn't want to close my eyes, and lose any moment with her. Maybe I was also a little afraid that something might happen to her if I would lose sight of her. So I just looked at her, when she was sleeping, her little jerky movements, her little yawns, her little dreamy cries, etched in my memory.
When she was a little older she would fall asleep on my chest, and I would feel her breathing on my cheek, her little huffs of warm air, her little chest moving up and down, and I felt happy. At peace. Like I was right where I am supposed to be.
Now she is a big girl and I hardly ever get cuddles - she is just too busy exploring the world. But sometimes, right before she goes to sleep she cuddles me for a moment, rests on my shoulder, and I can feel her breath on my skin again. I don't get to watch her sleep much anymore - I don't want to disturb her when she is sleeping and try to stay away from her room for her nap time. She is much too easily disturbed nowadays. But sometimes I can't resist to sneak a little peek, and gaze at her, think about what she is dreaming about, and imagine her breath on my skin and her weight on me.
My little girl, so peaceful, so beautiful. I could just sit there and gaze at her for hours.