I open the door as quietly as I can, tiptoe to the bed and tuck them back in. I kiss them on the cheek or the head, tiptoe back out and close the door as quietly as I can.
There are nights though, when I just stand and watch them sleeping. I wonder what they are dreaming. I wonder if they dream about the day they've had or the memories we've made. I wonder if they are in amazing lands filled with happy and pretty things. I wonder if they are having scary dreams or if there's anything bothering them. They hardly ever wake during the night so I think they must have pretty good dreams.
Sometimes I'm amused at the positions they've managed to get themselves in to. How can it be comfy? Sometimes I see myself in the way they are sleeping. I used to sleep how Z's sleeping in this photo when I was pregnant with him.
Quite often I wonder how Miss C can possibly be comfy with the amount of stuffed animals she has in her bed.
I mean really...
But every night I pause at the door on my way out and think to myself, how lucky am I to have these two beautiful and amazing little people to call me Mum.