* I have written more than this today but I am leaving you with this short bit as I feel you need to have more to read tomorrow and this is too sweet for to be saddled with the awkard stopping place the rest is at*

I follow him out of the room and then I go into Helen’s room. As I shut the door behind me I see Helen in her classic sleeping position knees tucked under her and butt in the air. My mother always told me I slept like this. To me because of her strong resemblance of her father with her fair skin, eyes and hair, I take this as a strong indication of my genes in her. She is really sound asleep I am frequently amazed at how fast she falls asleep some times. I have never had that ability.
I lay down next to her and curl around her. Her even breathing and warm sweet breath are relaxing to me I find the sound of her sleep are soothing and I can melt into the mattress. The room is comfortable warm and I can hear the movers moving things into the room below shifting the boxes and making things work. I am glad for the floor plan and the work we did on paper I know that It will be as we planned. Unpacking can wait. Sleep is needed. I hear movement in the hall way as sleep takes me and I wonder what needed to come up stairs, but the peacefulness of a sleeping child gives me the peace I need to fall asleep.