Eden is a delicious bundle, especially when she’s in the mood to cuddle. The world stops to hold its breath as I cradle that girl in my arms…her head resting on my shoulder…her arm draped around my neck. I hear a soft, sweet whisper, “Stay….” It’s that same voice, that same assurance, that eased me into stillness during Chuck’s last night of life. Rarely can I slow my wandering mind long enough to truly enter a moment…to breathe it in as it unfolds. Blessedly, God holds me steady as I experience my daughter…staying with her…moment by moment.