sleep

Every night, before I go to bed,

I check on my girls.

Sometimes a few times.

I stand and watch their chests rise and fall.

I love the way their faces

relax into sleepy perfection.

And I try to memorize them.

And most times

my heart starts to get all squishy.

Last night, I found this.

And I went and retrieved Jess.

Because I knew he'd want to see

the beauty of this lovely moment.

I know that technically

we are raising children.

But I'm often quite certain

that the blessings are all ours.

Oh, my heart.