There is nothing quite as precious as a sleeping baby. Last night, I checked on Cole as I always do before I go to sleep, to make sure he is covered up and breathing. And every night, I love to watch him sleep, hear his little breath go in and out, and ever so gently as not to wake him, put my hand on his sweet face. He is such an angel, especially in these restful moments. It fills my heart with warmth and happiness and the power of love. Rest well, my little monkey.
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