Adam is rocking her to sleep tonight. I have a few minutes to myself, but I can't stop thinking about what is happening in her room. I can hear his voice carry through the slight crack I left in the door and down the hall. He is singing to her and it is one of the sweetest sounds. My heart melts. Instead of soaking in these moments of "me time" I'm picturing him holding her tight to him, rocking back and forth, her eyes fixate on the circles of her curtain and then slowly close. She must be sleeping now because the singing has stopped. All I can hear now is the hum of the refrigerator and the tap tap of my keyboard. I bet she looks so beautiful laying there in his arms. And I bet that he is thinking the same thing.