Almost every morning when Dylan wakes up, he trots into our room and quietly slips into bed beside me. Some mornings he just lays there silently, letting me have a few extra minutes of sleep. Some mornings he actually falls back to sleep for a little while. This morning was one of those mornings that he dozed off. I woke up to find him curled up beside me and I watched how the window light lit up his sleepy, peaceful little boy face. And I was stuck by how long and beautiful his eyelashes are.
Why is it that little boys always seem to be the ones with fantastic lashes anyway?