As I tuck my kids in at night, I can’t help but noticing each of their little sleep habits and I always smile.

As I kiss my precious baby girl at the end of each day I can have a few guarantees. First, I know that she will have her homemade, star-shaped afghan wrapped around her head and her a pillow up against the other side of her head. She sleeps this way every night. Many nights she will “sneak” into my bed and then profess the next morning that indeed she did NOT mean to come to my bed. If I shall be honest, I will mourn the day that at least one of my babies doesn’t periodically “sneak” into my bed. I love the moment when I awaken to one of my little birds all snuggled up to me.

My sweet son…oh how sweet he is as I sit and watch him sleep. Some nights he falls asleep quickly and when I enter his room, I see his hands folded across his chest and the freckles upon his face make me smile. Some nights he is waiting for me to come into his room. He has a sweet bedtime ritual with me. After I kiss him good night, he will kiss the palms of my hands and then will put his hands up for me to do the same with him. He does this every night that he is still awake at tuck in time. I will be sad the day that he no longer holds his hands out to me. He is my sweet boy.

My big girl. She also has her way of sleeping which is so funny to watch. She is a pillow person for sure. She has more than the rest of the household put together…and they each rest upon her twin sized bed. She cocoons herself with pillows stacked up around her body. This way she feels “protected”.  She also has her special quilt that she HAS to sleep with.  You see…sometimes she still gets scared at night when she is alone. She was older than my younger two when I finally started having them sleep in their own beds.

They each have their own little special rituals and I’m so blessed to witness each and every one…