Rocking chair moments

On Tuesday night I watched the very last episode of my most-favorite-in-the-whole-wide-world TV show... Gilmore Girls. It was bittersweet, to say the least. A really great ending to the story. But now a big hole in my Tuesday nights. Whatever will I do? (I mean, besides the ironing and the floor cleaning and the checkbook balancing that I usually avoid on Tuesday nights.)

I can say with certainty that Lorelai Gilmore is my favorite-of-all-time TV mom. Followed closely by Claire Huxtable and Caroline Ingalls, two other all-time greats. She made me laugh, that's for sure. And during this last episode I cried and cried as I watched her try to say good-bye to her baby girl who was leaving the nest for good.

So on Wednesday morning when Janie woke up extra early and then promptly fell back asleep on my lap in the rocking chair, I didn't mind one bit. I could have laid her back down and crawled back into bed for a couple of extra zzz's. But I held her in my arms for awhile and thought about all the moments - big and small, good and bad, amazing and ordinary - that are yet to happen in her precious life. It was happy and sad all at the same time, and I had to try really hard not to cry so that my sniffling would not wake her up.