Thinking

Ethan: "I like putting my laundry away because it's quiet...and I can think."

I know how you feel my boy.

The way it shall be...

Ezra, lying on my bed, playing with some little guys...lost in thought, "The first shall be last...the first shall be last...the first shall be last..."

And the last shall be first.

Amen, amen, so let it be.

Cold Feet

While I have lived in long underwear for the past 5 months, Ethan and Ezra have spent the majority of winter in shorts and t-shirts. Brrr...

That's why I am so puzzled by the fact that Ezra insists on donning a pair of socks when he goes to the bathroom (yes, even at 4am). Sure, the ceramic tile is a bit cold on the feet, but 99% of the rest of his life the child lives in his skivvies. Go figure.

In the dark of the night

In the dark of the night when the mind wavers between dreams and thoughts, I felt a close presence. I opened my eyes to the silhouette of a small boy's head, only inches from my own. Ezra.

I took him by the hand and led him downstairs. In the dim glow of the bathroom nightlight I asked, "Why did you get up?"

"I wanted to see you."

I heard the words come out of my mouth, "You can see me in the morning," but my heart said something different.

In the dark of the night...he wanted to see me.

For this one moment, I'll not think of lost sleep...but of a little boy who wanted to see his dad...in the dark of the night.