I'll rock you a little longer my sweet baby.
My sweet baby that I looked down at and in what seemed like an instant has turned into a little toddler. The sweet little face that smiles up at me and has lost that "baby" look; the sweet face that is starting to look like a little girl.
I'll rock you in this nursery glider that doesn't get much use anymore. Your head barely makes it under my chin now as I cuddle you close to me, chest to chest.
You've gotten so big my baby girl. Smelling that sweet head full of soft hair, I can still remember rocking you to sleep as a newborn, or nursing you in this chair not even a year ago. But you've outgrown those things.
Soon you'll outgrow ever wanting me rock you. Pretty soon you won't need me to help you wind down before you go to sleep. You're nearly there now.
So when you point to that rocking chair in the corner of your bedroom, one chubby hand sleepily rubbing your eye, I'll forget about the studying and cleaning and just how dead tired I am because I know this time with you won't last.
Baby girl, as long as I'm living, I'll always rock you a little longer.