The little brothers are so much alike

Bub always falls asleep on a stack of books and /or sharp toys that I need to pull out every night. Tonight, Bub rolled over and threw his arm over his head and made a grimace. He looked like a baby, his own self when he was small, but also like his brother does now.
Then, I nursed Cubby and watched him stroke his hair, as he always does to comfort himself. When I made myself return him to the crib, he, too, reached up with his arms in a stretch.

These boys have my whole heart. I'm remembering this moment, before I pass out from exhaustion, of their softness and sweetness. And of how much they need me. Because when they wake up, they are running and whooping and crashing and they butt heads and poke at one another to show their uniqueness and their claim over the world.

Asleep, they are just my babies and I'm happy to be Mama.

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