Sleeping boys

I just got done watching my babies sleep, and nothing is more beautiful than your sleeping child. Landon is perfection in his sleep. He sleeps like his dad, so there’s no waking him up. His long eyelashes fall down his face, and he literally is beautiful. Noah sleeps like his mom, so you have to be quieter around him. He gets the scrunched up face like me, but his Gerber baby looks come out in their purity, and he too welcomes perfection. Whether it’s been a good day or a bad one, their sleeping bodies bring a smile to my face and warmth to my heart. When I watch them sleep, I always think I’m not good enough to be their mother—especially on those bad days. I want to be the person they deserve, but I don’t think I can ever match their perfection. So, they are stuck with me, and I guess my job now is to try to limit the number of hours they need at a therapist as adults. I love them. That part of me is perfect. I love them.