At five days young and two weeks early, little Sawyer slept so softly.
He slept through the pouts of his older brother who wasn’t ready to share his seat or his Aunties.
He slept through the shouting of the TV announcers who had nothing good to say anyway.
He slept through the turbulance from a vacuum cleaner being run by a two year old.
He slept through the jangle of grandma’s newly downloaded music album
that she was excited to share with everyone.
He slept right through his first photo session and when I whispered to him about being
a good boy and looking so cute he grinned as if he’d been aware of us the whole time
and enjoyed sleeping to the sounds of home.
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