The Most Important Thing

Annalee starts her naps at about 3 (give or take two hours), wakes after an hour, drinks from a bottle, and then falls asleep again. Unlike the first part of the nap when she sleeps alone, she insists on bagging the second half of her Z's draped across Dad's chest, heart to heart. If I slow my mind and focus, I can feel her tiny heart tapping against my chest at a higher clip than my own. It is probably the most important thing that has ever happened to me.