Sleeping Beauties

Yes, this IS a post about life with Maggie and Molly - finally.

I have this thing that I love to do. No one really knows about it and yet it is truly one of the things that gives me such unbelievable JOY.

When the girls are asleep, I love to quietly sneak into their rooms and just watch them. I could honestly do this for hours (days) and never grow tired of it. It is so hard to describe why I love to do this so much. It's not the obvious "oh, aren't they little angels" sort of thing. It goes way beyond that...

When I look down at them, I see them for who they really are. Instead of seeing a tantrum throwing 16-month-old, I see this luscious little fairy who looks as though she was flying high above the crib and then, upon hearing the door creak as I open it, drops to the mattress and lands in her mid-flight position. Her face has an impish smile and her chubby little legs look almost as though she was doing a fancy Irish jig in the sky. I just stare and stare, barely breathing.

And, on the rare occasions that my 3 year old is actually napping, I am fascinated to see her, not as my way-too-sassy pre-schooler, but as this sweet (okay, yes, angelic) child who is just not of this generation. She looks like a child from the 1920's - golden curls, pink cheeks and those crazy dark lashes. But, it's not just the physical, it's more about the old fashioned, deeply innocent nature she exudes. She seems to have found her way into this 21st century bed straight off the page of an old Ivory soap advertisement.

Then, they wake up.

It's back to reality and all innocence and impishness is GONE! We're back to hair pulling, and teasing and (my favorite) the tantrums. So, I guess I DO know why I love these rare moments so much. Sometimes, it's just so hard when all I seem to do all day is play referee and reprimand. These precious moments make me quietly observe the true beauty of my children.