The stare

It never fails each time one of the little ones goes to sleep and I have to carry them upstairs, I just stare at their face. Look at the peaceful baby face just sleeping and breathing softly in my arms. I hold them close to my chest and just take their smell in and at that moment I want to drop to my knees and thank God for his gift. I can’t believe these beautiful, loving, affectionate little beings are ours. Before I place them in the crib I give them another little squeeze, gently kiss them on the head, and tell them how much I love them. Then I QUICKLY tip toe my ass out of there and pray to God they don’t wake up.