But seriously, I really cannot stress adequately enough how much it means to me to be able to watch my kiddos when they sleep; to see their little chests rise and fall with each breath and to quietly, lovingly note how their eyelashes fall against their cheeks.
Brady had a particularly tiring day, so he conked out on the family room floor this afternoon with his good buddy Bear Bear. The sight did good things for my heart, so (after I took Bear Bear off his face, of course) I left him right there. And I watched him peacefully sleep for a little while.
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