The sun is setting. The shade is pulled. The books in a messy stack to be read.

Mismatched jammies. Your dinosaur blanket pulled up tight. It’s time to settle down. It’s time for bed.

We snuggle together. Always sharing a pillow. The stack is getting shorter now. Just one more book whispered in my ear.

The stories are adventures page by page. Well worn words memorized by you. The creak of the book closing, it’s job now done.

It is lights out little one. The moon and stars tell us so. I wrap my arms around you. I sing you a song.

The soft glow of your nightlight comforts your soul. Your eyes are heavy. Your breathing soft.

I brush your hair from your eyes. I kiss your cheek and say I love you just one more time. You don’t hear me. You’re fast asleep. Your peaceful face a balm to the bustle of our day.

I soak in the moment illuminated by your nightlight. You make everything in this world right.

I untangle myself from your little arms. Pull up the covers and memorize this picture to place in my heart. Without making a sound I leave your room. Sleep tight my sweet bear.

Nightlights aren’t just made for little boys. Nightlights are made for moms too.