These are the moments to treasure.

I'm rocking Jane to sleep after a particularly fussy night. She finally calms down while we listen to some Beethoven and rock in the recliner in the dark. She sucks my finger for a while and then slowly drifts off into the wonderful world of baby sleep. It starts to lightning and thunder and I realize that this moment is perhaps the single greatest moment of my life. Rocking her, hearing her breath, feeling the weight of her little body on mine, listening to the soothing music and thunder, watching the lightning, looking around her little room. Loving her so much it hurts.

I rocked with her like that for over an hour and it felt like a few minutes. I could have stayed in that moment forever. This is the stuff of love songs.