A nightly visitor

Last night Samuel woke up crying. Growing pains in his knees. Again.

Mike carried him into our bed where he cuddled up next to me. There is nothing to do. I wipe the tears from his face and wait.

Wait for the pain to go away.

Last night I didn't want to wait, so we prayed instead. Short, to the point and with as much faith as I had.

A minute later he was asleep with his one hand under his cheek and the other holding onto his cloth. His face right next to mine.

I must have spent an eternity looking at him. Wanting to save this moment forever in my memory. My precious, beautiful boy.

Strange how such a little sleeping creature can make you feel so incredibly happy.