In the reflection of the mirror, at the top of the stairs, I stopped to stare.
Carried in my arms, my baby once, now a little girl talking, jumping and dancing.
So caught up in the world around her, fighting off sleep, not wanting to miss a beat.
She’d succumbed to sleep, finally surrendered, sat next to her Daddy on the sofa.
His warm body, gentle arms. Hands cocooning her head as it dropped to her chin.
Linking up with ‘The Gallery’, where this week’s theme is ‘At Peace’.