Picture this

The camera's on the blink, but really, you don't need to see it. You can only smell it and feel it and taste it. Your daughter is snuggled into your shoulder and her breath has a rhythm all it's own. Quick slow, quick slow, in out, in out. She's fresh from her nightly bath and has been sufficiently lubricated with baby balm. Her skin is dewy and has no taste - it's as I've mentioned before, their breath and their taste is perfect.
I think the bed time ritual is as much for the mother as it is for the daughter. Call it the glass of pink wine (french - not a white zinfandel) that I had, but there's nothing like your baby girl falling asleep to your heart beat.