Sleep Pretty Darling, Do Not Cry....

Tonight as I type this, I'm listening to the first real thunderstorm we've had since H's birth. The wind is rustling the trees outside our window and a large amount of rain just started pounding the roof. The thunder woke Henry up, I could hear him squirming inside his bassinet every time the sky would rumble. I pulled him into our bed and with a little nudge into my neck and a sigh, he immediately fell back asleep.

I love listening to the rain and watching my boys sleep peacefully in our dimly lit room. With Henry snuggled safely on my chest and G sleeping soundly beside me I am so grateful for this family of mine. There's no feeling that compares to this.