I am an au pair here in Spain for a family of two little boys, one almost three years and the other just nine months old. I mainly care for the baby during the mornings of the weekdays and once a week I babysit so the parents can go out. Mind you the term ‘babysit’ is used loosely here. By the time I come into the picture as an authority figure the boys are already asleep. I am mostly there in case they wake up, which they do rarely. Tonight I went in to check on them, pull over kicked off covers and just listen to the soft breathing a few times before I went to sleep myself. Tonight there was only one soft breather. The baby has a bit of a cold and was snoring, the deep, adorable snores that only cherubs and babies can make. I went to his crib to check his covers and then went over to his brother’s bed and covered him up, gently patting his head before I went out the door. There was something so magical about the feeling in that room, the essence and innocence of being a child swirling around and into my heart from the little hearts of those boys. All I wanted to do was watch them sleep. I remembered how nice it is to have someone watching over you…
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