Last night, while Wendy and I were watching television, I turned and asked her if she wanted to go with me into the girls’ bedrooms and watch them sleep. She asked why, but I didn’t know. Just sounded fun.
So we went into Lucy’s room and watched her cuddle next to her balled-up blanket (she reacted to the extra noise in the room).
Then we went into Roxie and Reagan’s room. I re-tucked in Roxie, because her covers were all tangled up. Then I bent down to make sure that Reagan was still breathing (a carry-over habit from when the girls were still in their infancy).
It was really nice. We’re lucky to live in a country and in a home that is relatively safe from danger. My kids sleep, knowing that they’ll be safe and that we’re close. It’s pretty neat.