The Sweet Spot

The Sweet Spot has always been a sport analogy to me--the sweet spot on my tennis racquet, the sweet spot on my soccer shoelaces, the sweet spot in my jump shot. But there's also a Sweet Spot between the time of dusk and nightfall when this happens:

Getting a child to sleep isn't always easy. It takes rocking, shushing, rocking, singing, rocking, snuggling. Wait, that last part doesn't seem so bad....because,  before I realize it, I've hit the Sweet Spot. For Mackenzie, that's when her left arm goes limp (as shown above), she lets out a deep sigh, and smiles two or three times very quickly. Her body has surrendered to the day. 

This is by far the Sweetest part of my day. 

And, yes, she always sleeps with her arms behind her head. Even asleep, Mackenzie is a boss.