Em woke up around 11:15 tonight, needing to use the restroom.
When she was done, I picked her up and carried her in my arms to her room.
And just held her and slowly rocked her. Not because she needed it. Just because. And for a few sweet moments, she was my baby again. She held me, and I held her. Her warmth and mine became one, just as it did so often when she was an infant.
It was just us.