I am not really a routine kinda person, but there are some things that really need to happen for a baby...like bedtime. Tonight, I thought that bedtime just wasn't going to happen for Ben Cheng-Yu. He seemed so wound up. At 11pm, I waved the white flag and put him in the bed with me, but he was still quite playful. So I turned on his Twlight Turtle that Melinda bought him. Twilight is the coolest little thing. It casts a blanket of twinkling stars and the moon on the ceiling and down the walls. It is actually really beautiful and soothing. When I turned it on, Cheng-Yu exploded with excitement. He stood straight up in the bed babbling "Wow, Whoa, OOOHHHH!" My first instinct was to feel aggravated because it was time to go to bed. He continued to beam with excitement and lifted both hangs up toward the ceiling as if he were praising the Lord. At that moment, a smile came across my face. He was so amazed and watching him, full of wonder, brought tears to my eyes. Who cares about bedtime, what will a few more minutes of lost sleep hurt?...I didn't want to miss this moment. Only seven months ago, I would have given up hours...days...months of sleep for a single moment like this.
As I watched him, literally, under the stars--I remembered a time when I would think about how I couldn't be with him, but was comforted by the fact that we were existing under the same sky. So, I watched as he was facinated and thanked God and celebrated the wonder of His unfailing love. I thanked Him...now I am not only under the same sky as Cheng-Yu, but the same roof!
Thanks, Melinda, for that cool little Twilight Turtle.
