"Sweet Dreams"

I woke up this morning staring into the face of my sweet baby. I watched her peacefully breath in and out, in and out. All the while trying not to make too much movement in fear of waking her up. I think I love my kids most when they are sleeping. Not for why you think, because they are quiet and motionless. But, because they look happy, not a care in the world, they are perfect right at that moment. I had to capture Payton's perfect moment. The sound of the camera made her stir into different positions but she fought the light of the morning and kept her eyes sealed shut a little longer not wanting to give into the day. Last night she found her way in the dark to my side of the bed. She had a nightmare. Usually she is okay to sleep on the couch in our retreat but not this time, this nightmare was different. She needed to sleep with the protection of Mommy and Daddy surrounding her. She had to sleep in the middle. Since I had kids I made a promise to myself, never to deny them my bed and arms of comfort when they had a nightmare. My mom taught me this a long time ago. She never forced me to return to my own bed. Her bed was always a place of comfort, a place where bad dreams were not allowed. It didn't matter how many of her children found their way to that bed at once, all were welcome! When Payton finally woke up, I asked her what her dream was about. She said, "I can't remember anymore." Then she snuggled deeper into my arms. Mama's bed only allows "Sweet Dreams"!