avablog

Ava woke up in one of her increasingly-rare frights last night and sat clutching her stuffed pink rabbit until I came up to snuggle with her. After a trip to the bathroom, she settled back into bed and began to doze off next to me.

I propped myself up on my elbow next to Ava and brushed the hair off her cheek while she slept. Her face looks so different when she’s sleeping. All of the animation is gone, and there’s just her quiet, calm beauty. It’s times like this when my mind spins off into speculation on our little girl’s future. In seconds I go from watching my sweet six-year-old to fretting over her transition to junior high or her college entrance exams or her first home loan. And then she stirs under her horse print sheets, and I’m brought back to Earth. I know I have to live in the moment with Ava and Emmett, but it’s hard not to try to look into the future.