ignoring an itch

It wasn't the first time I'd held Cayla while she was sleeping, but something about this time felt extra special for some reason. Maybe it was because she is a little bigger now, I don't know.

She fell asleep on our bed while I was playing my guitar for her. This is what I do when Leah's gone if Cayla gets a little fussy and I don't know what else to do. Yeah, my bag of tricks is pretty limited. Bottle. Funny voices. Guitar. Anyway, she loves it, and often smiles and squeals when I start playing. This time, though, she was tired and went from happy to bored to suddenly out. 

So I put the guitar down and laid down beside her. It wasn't quite good enough. I grabbed her and put her on my chest. Yep. Much better. The fan was blowing. There was no other sound. No schedules. It was one of those moments many of the parents reading this can relate to. Total peace. Her little head was right below my chin and she fit perfectly in my arms. 

Leah came home a while later and put a blanket over Cayla (us). Even better. A few minutes later I got one of those really annoying itches on my cheek. I was going to reach up and get it but I thought, you know, we're just so comfy right now and what if I wake her up? I didn't want to risk it and lose the moment. I decided then to leave it. It would take a lot more than an itch to get me to move a muscle. I'm pretty sure it would've taken the National Guard to get me to do anything right then. Eventually, the itch got bored, shrugged its shoulders, said, "fine, be that way" and left. And eventually, Cayla woke up, got bored with me, and that time ended, too. But it was nice while it lasted.