And see your daughter deep in sleep, you begin to wonder, when did she grow so big enough to sleep by herself? When did she learn to smile? To walk, to run, to speak? When did she learn to love you, hug you? Where did all the 6 years go? When did time fly?
Then you gently walk upto her, snuggle up to wrap your arm around her, plant a few kisses…right then you sense her taking her hand out of the quilt to stroke your arm up and down. You realize this is something she has always done no matter how deep in sleep she is, as though reassuring you, ‘Yes, Amma, I will always love you’.
Just then you feel another arm placed on top. You lift your head to see the father snuggled up to wrap her and plant a few kisses and probably going through the same line of thoughts as he watches his daughter sleep. Then she does it again..she takes her hand out, which is now cocooned in between the mother and father’s, and starts stroking the father’s arm up and down as a mark of reassurance. ‘Yes Papa, I will always love you’.
You realize right there and then how blessed you are for the life you have. You realize, sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
With a grateful smile on your face, you put your head down and lie back down for some more while wishing for the time to stay still..