Bedtime

In God's great wisdom he made it so kids require more hours of sleep in a night than adults do. So every night we send them to bed and then stare blankly at a wall or tv for a while trying to process the hours of little voices contending for our attention.
Then on the way to our own beds we do one last check, turning off lights, covering a little body laying cutely contorted, half on, half off the bed or with feet on the pillow. Though we are tired from a long day, though we have relished that adult time when we could be something besides keeper of the backpacks, we still reach out to touch a cheek. Our hearts swell with love.
Ah the magic of a sleeping baby, no matter how old they are, there is something about that helpless state that brings back all the warm moments and reminds us why we love them.

Thank you, Lord, for bedtime.

Now, to get mine down for the night before I turn into a pumpkin.