There's just something so sweet about a sleeping child. I love sitting down next to our babes as they drift off, eyes growing increasingly droopy...closing...closing...closed. And just as in life, they each fall asleep so differently. Keira is ever peaceful. From birth, she's adored her zzzzz's, and I enjoy watching her snuggle in with her cherished "pb" (pink blanket), pop her thumb in her mouth, and go to her zen place, a destination of peaceful repose. Ellie is chatty, her mouth moving even in whispers, until I look over at her and suddenly realize she's stopped talking. Bryce, of course, is Mr. Restless, rubbing his face in his lovie, suck-suck-sucking fiercely on his binkie, and turning and tossing until he abruptly and swiftly passes out.

And so every night, every naptime, every drowsy moment, reminds me that I need to soak in these truly precious moments and savor my sweethearts - as endearing awake as they are asleep.