Sitting on my son’s bed, listening to the sounds. In the dim light, thinking. 

He asked me to sit with him as he fell asleep. Quickly so. His sisters already softly snoring in slumber. 

Later than I’d like but then, a few moments to write, to capture the night. Grateful for that, for their slumber, for my family, my sometimes enemies in my darkest moments. And then I catch, I remember, this is my purpose, these are my people, I love them!

Yes. Yes I do. Sitting on the bed, in the dark, even in the dark, I love them. Let my actions speak those words. Every day.