Listening to: Various Artists, The Perfect Beats - Volume I
It was probably six years ago, I think Lilly was about 4 months old at the time. X was out at the neighbor's and I was online, hammering some Objectivist in an AOL Philosophy chat room while Lilly slept in a crib behind me. Lilly awoke, crying, providing me a welcome break from my chat argument as I picked her up and rocked her. The memory is vivid because I was so moved by how beautiful she was. I consciously imprinted that moment into my memory.
Tonight, Lilly got up after going to sleep, crying, complaining of an earache (damn, I hope she doesn't have an ear infection). I got her some Tylenol and after a minor skirmish getting her to take it, she told me she wanted me to rock her.
My baby. Six-years old and still wanting to be rocked. Holding her, rocking her in my chair, stroking her hair, it took me back to that night she pulled me from the chat room.
Again, I made another imprint in my memory.