My favorite moment as a new dad

As a stay-at-home dad, I fully acknowledge I have the best job in the world, but the best moments don't come during the week while I'm working hard.
The best moments come during the weekends, when the whole family, Mommy, Willow and me, are home. I love the meals together, playing together and the trips to the park (I hope there will be more of those as the weather warms).
But my favorite moments happen when Cherish and Willow don't know they're happening, when Mommy and daughter sneak off to take a nap together. I join them for a family nap sometimes, but mostly I take their nap times for some Daddy time (and I realize these are special moments for Cherish and Willow; the weekends are for them, I get the weekdays).
These naps aren't my favorite moments because I get alone time (though I do cherish that). They're my favorite times of the week because I sneak in during the nap and I look down on my wife and daughter. This is magical.
Usually, Cherish is lying on her side holding Willow close to her. Willow has some of my features, but when she's napping with Cherish, the features from Mommy are easy to see. Their hair color, a red-tinged light brown, is the same. They have the same pale (and flawless) skin. The same nose. Mouth. Che and Mini-Che.
But what really grabs my heart is the peacefulness of the moment. This is the epitome of peace (even with the soft snoring of Mommy and the slightly louder snoring of daughter).
Willow is secure, warm. Cherish is happy.
I'm in there only for a moment, but the moment is big. The moment warms me, calms me. The moment raises a smile on my face and sometimes brings a happy tear to my eye. I am, we are, secure.
This is life for me, and life is good.
I have found my happiness, and I know that even if the moment is fleeting, the happiness isn't.
It will be with me forever.

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