Is there anything more beautiful?

 Is there anything more beautiful, more precious than the privilege of watching your loved ones sleep?

It is just that, you know - a privilege.  

Tonight I'm seated between Aaron and Caleb.  Both are sick and dozed off early, just after dinner.  As I watch them sleeping, heads resting on soft pillows, brows unfurrowed with the cares of the day forgotten in dreamland, there's a sting in my eyes.  It is a pleasant, bittersweet feeling.  It is a feeling I recognize, whispering, This is sacred; pay attention.

I am thankful for this broad, soft couch.  I am thankful for cozy, warm blankets tucked up under chins.  I am thankful for the popping and murmuring of the fire, the heat that it gives off.  I am thankful for the sweet dog curled at my feet. 

I think of the news.  Pictures of hungry children and desperate parents, of war-torn countries and mass graves, of refugee camps and floods.  What a privilege to watch my loved ones sleep in peace.  May I never forget to be grateful.

I've written about it many times...the magic and wonder of watching people sleep.  Perhaps I've missed my calling as a night-nurse.  Does God do this, too?  Hover over us while we sleep, feeling the same heart swell of love and wonder?  You are mine.   You are mine.  You are mine.  I imagine so.

I am thankful they are mine.  I am thankful for this moment of peace in a world that feels full of chaos.  Goodnight, good night.