Walking through the mall

There are few things that warm my heart with contentment more than watching one of my kids sleeping. Lest your cynicism take hold; no, it’s not because they’re simply not awake. It’s all those things you hear other people say but don’t really appreciate until it’s you. It’s the innocence, the peacefulness, the adorableness, the loveliness.

You know what? I can top it. When your child is sleeping peacefully, slowly wakes up, opens his eyes, sees you before anyone else, and breaks out a brand spankin’ new grin, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that can top that.