Tonight as Tom got the bigger kids to bed I sat in a dimly-lit room and nursed Isaac. I had no book to read, no iPod, no remote within reach. This was a good thing. As I admired Isaac's tiny, dimpled hands, this was my prayer:
Lord, help me to be mindful of this incredible gift. You have entrusted me with someone who is trusting me. The responsibility of nourishing a precious soul. Thank you for the amazing joy of watching him smile, laugh, and grow. Amen.
