my favorite thing to do at night is creep into brennan's room while he's sleeping.
tonight he was making a purring sound.
we have colds.
mine is almost gone.
his is in the middle.
i love to watch his sweet face sleeping.
perfect lips, perfect cheeks, perfect cabbage patch dimpled hands.
because no matter what has happened during my day, i am automatically softened, and he can do no wrong.
he is perfect.
because when he spills his entire bottle of milk and unrolls an entire roll of toilet paper within 5 minutes of time in one morning, i can go into his room while he is sleeping, and all is forgiven.
all is forgiven.