That must be because some of kids’ cutest moments happen when they’re asleep. You really can see their resemblance to angels when they’re so quiet and peaceful.
Early this morning when I got up, I stopped in Little Brother’s room. As usual, he was out of the blankets, curled up into a tiny fuzzy-pajama ball. I untangled his blankets and covered him back up. A little smile appeared on his face as he stretched out his legs and relaxed.
I’m a sucker for moments like that. And if Christmas gifts were entirely dependent on the look on Little Brother’s face at that moment, we’d need a bigger house to hold them all.