A Nighttime Note to Luke and Ben
Boys,
We come into your rooms and stare at you while you sleep - every night. We turn on the hallway light to help us see you and we quietly open your doors and tiptoe in...right up to your little breathing bodies. We stare, we smile, we look at each other in awe, and we whisper to each other that you look so big or that this is our favorite stage or age, or that we can't believe you are real. We touch your little bodies lightly to make sure you are breathing. We giggle at your positions, or your snoring, or an arm stuck through the crib rails, or the golf ball in your hand. Then we exit. And sometimes, we come again just a few minutes later because we can hardly stand it and we want to see you again.
Love, Mom and Dad
We come into your rooms and stare at you while you sleep - every night. We turn on the hallway light to help us see you and we quietly open your doors and tiptoe in...right up to your little breathing bodies. We stare, we smile, we look at each other in awe, and we whisper to each other that you look so big or that this is our favorite stage or age, or that we can't believe you are real. We touch your little bodies lightly to make sure you are breathing. We giggle at your positions, or your snoring, or an arm stuck through the crib rails, or the golf ball in your hand. Then we exit. And sometimes, we come again just a few minutes later because we can hardly stand it and we want to see you again.
Love, Mom and Dad
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