dance

It was nap time. I sang our usual twinkle twinkle little star as my son slowly relaxed his little body. His head was nestled snuggly at the nape of my neck, and I could feel his warm breath. He seemed exceptionally contented today, and I couldn't resist singing another song.

"Let's dance, sweetie," and we began swaying, "I could've danced all night, I could've danced all night and still have begged for more..." Here he was, my own little Dali clock draped over me in perfect trust. We gently waltzed and twirled here and there, having an absolutely splendid time.

Then it occurred to me that one day, by God's mercy, this little boy will become a strong and able man. We might dance again. Only this time, I will have to look up to see his sparkly eyes, and he will be the one leading, gently and lovingly.

Tears welled up. God is so good.