Whether I have had a fantastic, on top of the world day or whether I Have had a less than good day… my favourite bit, without a doubt, is the moment I snuggle in to the softness of the neck, press my lips to a warm cheek, run my fingers through silky hair of the most precious boys in the world. Sometimes I curl in next to them… hold them and whisper to them how proud I am of them and how much I love them, in some way believing I Am passing subliminal messages to them as they sleep. 
And as I mould myself to the Big Man, I tell him how lucky we are… and he always agrees. I know he has just done exactly the same as me…. poured love to our boys as they sleep.