sleeping children

sleeping children

These are the pictures I wanted to take last year on the flight home. But Oliver was in my lap and I didn’t have an extra hand to grab the camera.

I remember so vividly the feeling that overcame me as I watched the boys sleeping on the plane, with the sun just coming up and peeking through the windows. I wanted to remember that scene exactly as it was. I even sat down as we waited at the baggage claim to jot down what I remembered, for future reference.

But this year was nearly the same. Except that I had an extra hand, and my camera was handy enough that I could grab it. I don’t think there is anything I like capturing the moment of quite so much as the moments in which my kids are sleeping.

Maybe I should try to make a career out of it. Or maybe I should just enjoy it for what it is – something only a tired mom can truly appreciate.

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