What is it about watching my children sleep that makes it seem like I've done something right? Sometimes I sneak in their rooms as they sleep just so I can get the rejuvenation I need. On the days Mike works his 24 hour fire shifts, life can get pretty crazy. Especially around dinner and bedtime. I've been trying to make it less so, or at least that is my goal. Some nights I do alright by myself and some nights I don't. Some nights we are laughing and enjoying each other, and some nights I want to quickly put them all in their beds, shut the door, turn out the lights and breathe. On those nights, I need to sneak in their rooms and watch and notice. Notice that Jake sleeps pretty much in the same spot he fell asleep. Notice that Caleb is all over the bed. His covers every which way. Notice that Em sticks her bum in the air with her face smooshed up against the mattress with her mouth open and drooling. Notice that Michaela likes to sleep in tight ball. Her baby blankie as her only cover. Notice their innocence. And remember. Remember that they are our gift. Remember that they are the best thing we have ever done. Remember that I need to be a little better for them. Remember how much richness they bring to my life. Remember that they are the reason I stay up late cutting up little cheese triangles to put on top of our 4th of July Hot Dog Skewered Rockets. Remember how deeply I love them!
