Rocking my baby

I got into this habit just a few months ago when I asked Christian to let me rock him to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking, I really just wanted to snuggle my baby. Ever since then he won't go to sleep unless I rock him for a minute. Just yesterday at nap time I was thinking about how I wish he'd just get in the bed and go to sleep without all this rocking business. Then he climbed up into my lap and squeezed me tight and I rocked him. I could feel him breathing on my neck and his little heart beating against mine. I rocked him until he fell asleep, and then some more. I rocked him until I heard Stephen call for me, and even then I was reluctant to put him down. When I did, I looked back at him before I shut his door behind me and wondered when the next time would be that I got to hold him so close for so long, and I prayed that he wouldn't grow up too fast. This season is short, and I know the day will come when I'll be glad I took the extra time to rock my baby.