A new reader

I have to admit, for how proud I am with my daughter's new ability to read books by herself, I'm just as sad for missing the night time snuggles when I was the sole reader... But alas, I sneak in a book or two and wiggle myself right beside her, so we're cheek to cheek, and blame it on that she's just not tired enough to sleep yet. I read, while I watch her tired eyes slightly close and her head becomes heavier and heavier on my shoulder. I try my hardest to catch these glimpses of milestones in the palms of my hands and grip them ever so tightly, not wanting to let go. But, I hold those memories in my palms and I know I have to open my hands just a little bit, so I can move forward with her.