Matt and I have a tradition. Every night, before bed, we check on the kids. We can't go to sleep unless we do. We both shuffle up the stairs with our giant glasses of ice water, set them down on the ledge, and peek in on our sweet babes.
We check Adelyn first. We put her legs back in bed. They are usually dangling over the edge. We fix her blankets. Then we watch her sleep for a bit. We smile and leave. When we leave, we have to pull the door to close it. She's had many a tantrum in her room, and the door is a little warped from being kicked by her powerful two year old legs. Two year olds are strong. You never know how strong they are until they throw that first tantrum.
Then we check on Tobin. His room is much darker than Adelyn's. She has two nightlights. He has only one. And it's pretty dim. We have to use our cell phones to see him. He is usually sleeping on his back with both hands tucked behind his head. Like he doesn't have a care in the world. And, really, he doesn't. He sleeps with his giraffe, and his moose. We watch him sleep for a bit, we smile, and then we leave. Closing his door very quietly. We've become quite good at closing doors without making any noise at all.
As we walk to our bedroom after checking on our babies, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. And joy. Thankful for our children. Thankful for the sense of pride I feel when I go to bed at night. Pride because they're mine. And they're perfect. Thankful that I have children to check on before bed.
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