I was rocking Hazel in front of the fireplace and as usual my camera was beside me on the hearth. It was right before suppertime, a time I jokingly refer to as happy hour. The kids are bored, hungry and brawling. I’m going a little crazy. I glance over and notice my little Wyatt fast asleep in the middle of it all. The disorderly ruckus moves into the background and a sense of sadness washes over me. He looks so innocent & vulnerable. I wonder if I have listened to all his stories that day. Heard his complaints. Savored his hugs. I silently vow to try harder.