So last night Emmerson woke up screaming. She must of had a bad dream I'm guessing. She was so upset she was hyper ventalating. Sarah ran in the room and tried to put her down again without any success. I came in later and took her in my arms and held her.
Here I am in my boxers dancing around the room with a baby freezing my butt off. I must have done this for atleast ten minutes. Even if it was strange to be dancing like this it was something so special to me. Seeing my little girl snuggle her head into my arms trying to calm down. Her arms wrapped around me as tight was they could as to never let me go. I calmed her down and set her down. When I placed her back into her crib she looked at me and started to cry a little. I put my hand on her chest and smiled and she stopped. She almost smiled and knew that she was safe again.
It might seem werid but this was just a moment for me. In a couple of years from now I wont be able to just pick her up and hold her like this. Dancing around the room and singing. She will be older but in my heart will always be my little girl.
Love ya Emmerson!~DAD
