Sometimes everything happens very fast. First one child comes to lie down beside you. Then a second. Then a third appears out of nowhere. And suddenly the parents' bed is no longer yours—it has become a branch of children's camp with chaos, blanket wars, and sudden tenderness.

Dasha is already asleep and not worrying about anything at all. Sanya in the center looks like someone who has not only settled in comfortably but is also completely satisfied with the outcome of the special operation. Kostya watches from a distance with the look of someone who either organized all of this or at least approved it.

And in moments like these Irina and I understand a simple truth: you can have a big bed, but if you have three children at home, you still won't have any free space. What you will have are shots like this—the kind that make the whole family mess worth it.