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  • Here is my daughter, sleeping on me. She woke up during a nap this morning, and I managed to help her fall back asleep. Sometimes she's asleep enough that I can put her back in the crib, but other times I just let her sleep on me because she'd wake up otherwise. This morning was one of those times, and I just laid there dozing off while she slept soundly on me. I somehow got the picture without waking her up!

    It used to be a chore to deal with her sleep issues. Getting her to sleep was so hard - keeping her asleep was even harder. Now that we're past that, I love when we can spend this kind of time together and she just passes out on me.

    So much of having a child is a series of "firsts." That's what everyone is focused on, and what you're always on the lookout for. Everything is new to them, and it's such a thrill when they discover something new, figure out some new skill, or do something they've never done before. First burps, first farts, first smile, first crawl, first wave, first kiss, first word, first step - the list goes on and on.

    But as I sat there this morning, while I know it's still far into the future, I started contemplating her "lasts." When will the last time that she sleeps on me be? Will I have any idea when it's happening, or will it simply pass and that will be it? How many "lasts" will pass without us realizing, and will we appreciate what we had?

    I have no idea what the answer is, but I do know that you have to cherish every moment, or they might just pass you by.
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