through the crack in the door...

The lively babble has dissipated. The crib rails that were rattling a mere 5 seconds ago from energetic kicks are now silent. I can hear the sound of relaxed breathing as the chest contracts deeper and slower with each inhale. I strain through the crack in the doorway to watch the eyes flutter before the tiny body drifts off into wondrous oblivion. Writing it out now seems creepy, spying on my children as they enter into their exact moment of rest, but it really is a beautiful thing to witness an innocent teeny soul leave this world behind to peacefully dream. I look forward everyday to standing post by the door to witness Warner drifting off to sleep for one of his naps. I always look through the crack of the door to watch the silence befall him. I haven't been so fortunate with Evelyn taking any duration of nap lately, so luckily I can witness the sleeping beauty awake every morning with the rising sun. It is equally beautiful to see a little soul erect with such tremendous life, love and excitement at the start of each new day. The love I feel for and from these two children of mine is insurmountable.