There is just something about a sleeping baby...

When Cash was little I used to watch him sleep all the time. I didn't care if it was creepy. Or borderline helicopter mom. The truth is, I wasn't watching him because I was afraid something was going to happen to him. Or because I thought he needed me. I watched him because I wanted to. Because I was in awe of what we created. What had grown before our eyes and transformed from a tiny (well, really fat) baby to a little toddler. 

It amazed me. And still does. And I still watch my little boy sleep. And may for a while to come...