She fell asleep in the car the other morning. I carried her upstairs as she nestled her head into my neck. I laid her down in her crib and covered her with her blanket…the blanket my mom made for me when I was a baby. I looked at her, and loved her. I love looking at my children, but there’s something so peaceful, almost sacred, about watching them sleep. So I took a picture, because I always wanted to remember how she looked, and how I felt. And so she would know how much I love her.