watching my children sleep.
The pure innocence. The quiet. The simple peace. They each have their own predictable sleep position. Alex is on his stomach with his butt in the air or on his side, hands sticking out next to him. Nate is sprawled out on his back, covered in 17 fleece blankets (even when his room is 80 degrees) and completely surrounded by stuff.
No matter how chaotic or challenging the day has been, sneaking into their rooms when they're fast asleep and nuzzling their soft faces makes it all worth while. I love my boys!