In the Clutches of Mommy and Daddy

I remember being little and sleeping on my Dad. Snuggled against his chest, breathing his breath and smelling him. I remember him being so tired from working that day, that often he would crash before I would, but I was content with my thumb in my mouth and my blankie at my side. As I look at Delilah, and see her only sleeping in Mommy and Daddy's bed, and last night, only in my arms or Daniel's, I realized that this is love. She loves us so much, as I love my Dad so much that nothing else means more.
Delilah and I had plans this morning to attend a mother's bible study, I was/am very excited, however last night my darling decided that, one; she should not sleep ANYWHERE but our bed, and two; she wanted to play at 1, 4, 6, and 7 am. And of course sleep until 10. So we missed the gathering, but I have faith that God will let me know when the right time is to go, because as of current, it is not happening. I miss the ladies who invited me, and I want to see them so very badly, but I know they understand more than anyone what I am faced with.
Right now my daughter is sleeping, peacefully in my bed for her nap. For some reason the crib is now her worst enemy. I am not sure why, but I figure if there is that much fear and sadness, than I must nurture her comfort and provide a place where she feels safe enough to rest. At some point I know she will be ready to move back to her room, her space, but for now I need to listen to her calls and my instinct.
I am learning this week that I show love in my own way, but often that is overridden by rudeness, or anger. I get so frustrated when life is out of my control ( yes this is still an issue, always an issue!) and that manifests itself in feeling overwhelmed, annoyed, and resentful. I need to remember the phrase "let go let God". There are days when my plan flies out the window, when my ideas will NOT work, and that is something that is very hard, but I also realize that is the time God is speaking to me the most. A day like today, Delilah and I would not have had the wonderful morning we had if I had rushed her, awakened her, tried to strap her in the car seat and go. So in a sense God's voice is coming through Delilah to me.