I love watching my family while they sleep. I love looking at their faces, hearing their breathing (or Ruther's quiet snoring) and gently touching their eyebrows and cheeks or caressing their hair. I'm just like that. I love to see them so peaceful and so relaxed. I love watching their different sleeping positions and when they unconsciously embrace me when they sense me near them. When Ruther and I were newly married, I used to do this a lot. I loved watching him sleep (and only because he would sleep on me while we watched tv in the room). Sometimes he would grumble when I touch his cheeks because this would rouse him from sleep. He was just like a growly sleepy bear. I really really loved looking at every part of his face and memorizing every detail in my heart. I just love my family so much that I guess I just love looking at them in every facet: at their worst or at their best, when stressed out or perfectly relaxed. Sometimes, when I watch them sleep, I would talk softly to them or get emotional and cry a bit because honestly, my love for them is so overwhelming that I wonder how that much love could fit in my heart because it sometimes feel like it's going to explode (maybe this is why I'm not skinny, because as your family grows, your love grows and you need a bigger heart to accommodate that - I know, I know, excuses... =P).
It's actually wonderful that I have the time to do this - to spend many minutes looking at my family very closely. I know not many people have the opportunity do this these days with the fast-paced world and the rushing and all that, so I really appreciate all the time (every single minute actually) I could spend with my family, with Ruther and my boys. I take a lot of photos everyday but when I look at my family while they sleep, it's like I'm keeping them close to my heart, permanently sealing those in my mental album.
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