Every night, after the twins fall asleep, I sneak in and turn off their reading lights. I remove the random books, flashlights, various treasures and occasional toys that were snuck in their beds.
And then I just stare at them. Amazed by their long eyelashes, humongous hands, Lincoln's red lips + Lila's pink ones. Amazed that their ours.
I touch their soft cheeks and breathe in the smell of their freshly washed skin. I usually have to make sure Lila's pony tail or braid isn't wrapped around her neck.
And then I pray for them. Prayers of tremendous gratitude. And prayers seeking wisdom for the future + patience for tomorrow. Because parenting is no joke!
And then I kiss them again and again and tuck them in tight. Anxious to do it again the next night.
Tummy sleeper since birth. Cozy tucked under her cheek.
