precious memory

It's fitting to follow up the last post with this one.

We check on the kids every night before we go to bed.

One night we find both of them in Taylor's bed.

It was precious.

They've tried to lay together before, but it never lasts.  They usually get in trouble for talking or laughing or getting out of bed.  It's just too much fun.

But this night we didn't hear a word.  I'm pretty sure Taylor was already asleep when Mason went in.

The thought of him carrying his blanket in, crawling up and under the covers and going to sleep by his sissy is such a sweet sweet memory.

I wanted to remember it forever.