I live for these beautiful, ordinary moments.

Nestled in my bed are two precious angels: my daughter and son. They are curled up in sunlight and blankets, their golden hair wild on the pillows. Tangled strands lay across my little girl’s cheek. I gently brush them aside holding my breath, watching her eyelids flicker with dreams. I don’t want to wake her.

I pull the blankets up just a little and tuck them in at my son’s shoulders. He stirs and lets out a cough. He is still asleep. I stare at his eyelashes, they are incredibly long, black and perfect. Not at all like mine. He looks so peaceful right now.

I am filled with more love than I ever thought possible. I want to remember this moment always.