What is it about sleeping children that is so beautiful? Is it just me – or do you feel the same way? When I see my kids passed out in random places, or tucked under the covers in their bed, I just pause. And look. And kiss their forehead. And say a quick silent prayer of gratitude that they’re mine.

And then I grab the camera.

I’m sure glad that my parents picked up the camera and captured me passed out too.