An infant cry rips my consciousness out of a dead sleep. Tiny cheeks snuggle into my neck, rubbing boogers and slobber lovingly into my hair. Her sweaty, tired body relaxes again into rest, and mine lays still to savor the quiet. I ponder... to take her back to her own crib, or sacrifice depth of sleep to keep her still and near... This little person that can't yet say my name KNOWS me, even in her sleep. When her eyes open they are deep, beautiful, vibrant. Every part of her petite body smiles along with her eyes and lips. She is tiny and captivating. Warm and wiggly on my lap, blonde hair breathes against my chest for a moment. His frame is so solid, his hands are wide and his eyes big and round and blue. His jammies stretch to fit his sweaty, growing body, and without fail smell like little-boy pee. His voice is too loud, and his heart is so, so big. He has dirt under his fingernails, wipes jam from his lips to my sleeve. In between busy, volumous times I catch him stil