Sleeping babies are perfect.
There is something undeniable about that. They are so peaceful. So delicate. So beautiful.
In those moments, everything is right in the world.
I just find myself staring at this little child in complete awe of how precious she is. Of how much grace she’s brought me, and how much she’s opened my heart.
In that sleeping silence, I can think clearly.
And those thoughts are of complete awe and admiration of my daughter. Her joy, her smiles, her incredible amounts of slobber, and her simple heart.
She really is a work of God…she’s perfect.