Saturday, January 22, 2005

I hoped I would eventually overcome the urge to watch my daughter sleep. I no longer do so out of fear that she can't really breathe on her own; I have accustomed myself to the idea that she no longer relies on me for oxygen. Now I watch her sleep for the sheer joy and tacky-poetry-inspiring pleasure of it. I spent a long time curled up with her on my bed today. Now that's the way to sleep in on a snowy day.
I'm not in any hurry to overcome the urge after all.