When He’s Sleeping…

After I listen to his muffled tired sobs for a little while and he finally gives in and falls asleep, I wait just a little longer till he’s good and out…

Then I sneak in and tiptoe around the toys just to peek over the crib to see him there.

I like to see him there, all still and quiet and peaceful and oblivious and at rest.

His chubby thighs…his soft little feet…his crazy mess of hair.

And for some reason, I get this hilarious feeling in my gut and I start laughing and have to run quickly out of the room…

Or, I get this ache and I start to cry because he’s so peaceful and he’s just a little guy and I want it to always be that way.
The peaceful part…no worries…no fears…just sweet rest.

And I pray for him.


  1. by Molly on April 8, 2010  2:25 am Reply

    When you see them there sleeping you suddenly forget all the long, long days and the sleepless nights. They are just so beautiful and so peaceful and you are SO grateful to God that He blessed you with them.

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