One of my all-time fondest memories of Ryan, is trying to put him to bed when he was a baby. Not ever wanting to miss anything, and despite being completely tuckered out, he would fight to keep his eyes open. I would have to close my eyes and pretend to sleep, in order to get him to close his. After 10 – 15 seconds or so, I’d crack open my eyelids a wee bit to see if he had, indeed, closed his, and would then attempt to tip toe backwards out of the room without waking him. It would always take three or four attempts for him to finally go to sleep, and for me to escape.
The reason I bring this up is I experienced the exact same thing just now. Just a few moments ago, after several attempts, I was finally able to tip-toe backwards out of his room to write this.
The kid still doesn’t want to miss a thing. Can’t say that I blame him.
Lord, Please don’t let me miss a thing; and especially the miracles that are happening all around us as a result of Ryan’s circumstance. Amen