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My almost-four year old daughters have been asleep now for nearly two hours. They were once tucked in tight under their pink butterfly blankets as snug as a bug in a rug.
After some tossing and turning, arms are hanging off the side, legs are sprawled out, blankets askew.
I quietly walk into their room. The ocean waves from the noise machine and the glow of the nightlight are a constant calm.
Once I was so afraid of waking them.
Carefully, I slide, push, move, and tuck my babies back under the blankets. Sometimes their eyes flash open, but the eyelids slowly close without a word.
A kiss on the forehead. Another squeeze goodnight.
"I love you," I whisper in their ear, "Sleep tight."
Watching my sweet angels sleep and kissing them a final goodnight is one of my favorite moments in my day.