My sleeping loves

I hope; somehow; in some way; these kids retain the awareness of how much absolute adoration they are looked upon with. I stare at their sleeping faces (because that is when life has finally slowed enough to see) and my love for them is a tangible energy. At least, that is my hope.

That and the few moments where time pauses amidst awake hours that we look at each other and they see what I love in my eyes. They are so confident now in my love. Abby inclines her head at such a look and smiles – half embarrassed & half delighted. Jack takes my face in his hands and stares back matching my intensity with his own- finally breaking with either a passionate smack on the lips or a belly laugh. Finn holds my gaze, putting his bashful face on, but saying with his eyes “oh I knew you had to adore me, I am just ever so ready to be loved to pieces.”

God, thank you.