Little one,
You are laying in your bassinet now, but the mark is still on your cheek where it rested on my arm but a few moments ago. As I stood to take you back and lay you down, I was struck with the realization that in what will seem like a short time, you will be too big for me to cradle in your sleep and rock like that. And though you were yet in my arms, I ached to hold you longer.
Before I laid you down, I smelled your head to see if I could still smell your baby smell. At first, I couldn't, but then I breathed it in a little deeper, and it was still there. A deep smell of peace and comfort.
Little Nora, that is what you bring. Peace and comfort. Even in your tumultuous little life, that has always surrounded you. We named you Elanor because you brought light into a dark place. It suits you well.
Mommy