Late at night all is quiet in the house and I can think clearly. There are no sounds to clutter my thoughts, no dishes to be washed, and no children wanting my attention. My restless 12 year old now has stumbled out of his room and fallen asleep on the couch where I am working. He is sleeping hard. This is a gift. My usual light sleeper has fallen asleep in the beautiful dim light and looks so delicate, innocent, and young. I quietly pick up my camera and risk one photograph. He does not stir. As I look at him through my camera lens I feel guilty about arguing with him today. As I take one more shot I think about loving him, playing outside in the summer sun, and curling up in bed with my boys and a book. This clarity truly is a gift. That’s all the photographs I can risk tonight without waking him into aggravation. I will let him sleep, look at him for a few more minutes and appreciate the fleeting moments like these.