I come to your rooms each and every night. I can't go to bed without doing so. Every evening, I gently kiss your cheeks or run my hands over your hair as your night-light looks on. Every night I say a little prayer over your quiet, sleepy heads. Seeing you still lets me take in the small details that often get overlooked in the daylight hours as we rush off to the next thing. Your chapped lips, your soft hands, the smell of your breath. One last "check-in" with you is the last thing I do before I go to bed myself. Here you were tonight.