Half Asleep
I hear him stir. Oh, maybe he’ll fall back to sleep. The tiredness weighs upon my entire body. A few seconds later, I hear his little cry. He needs me. As much as I love my sleep, I have to remember what I’m here for. Why I’m needed. Who it is that needs my help, comfort and love. What a blessing! How humbling! That this child doesn’t need just anyone; he needs me. I pull myself out of the coziness…