Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Sleep Tight

He's sleeping now, sort of, snuggled under a blanket next to his bunny. He rubs the backs of his hands across his eyes, his chubby fingers splayed like starfish.

Getting comfortable is always the most difficult part of falling to sleep, so he tosses and turns, searching for the perfect spot on the mattress. He smacks his lips, searching for me, but settles for sucking his lower lip instead.

And then he rests, his breathing deep and even. I don't know what he dreams of, but I see a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and I am content.


Steve said...

You watch your husband sleep? That's creepy.

Kelly said...

Hi, noticed you on a friends blog and I wanted to check yours out, it's nice. I thought the description of your baby asleep was sweet. I have three children they are eleven, six, and five with another one on the way. happy blogging

Shannon said...