Did I
mention that we had a sleepover while we were at Josh’s house on Monday? Luke greeted us with the possibility of such
a magnificent idea almost as soon as we arrived. And it immediately became apparent that Mommy
was leaving it up to Nani and DadDad to make the decision. Like that would even be a matter of debate …
of course we were all in for a sleepover.
The
boys (AnnaGrace decided to sleep a little
closer to her source of midnight snacks) gathered up sleeping bags and
special blankets. At one point we had to
move our toes out of the way to make room for an extra mattress that Zak and
Caleb were hauling into the bedroom assigned to the sleepover. There wasn’t a spot on that substantial floor
that didn’t have some kind of sleep aid.
I had to carefully mark a trail in my mind for my inevitable late-night
bathroom break. Hey, some things are more
important than others when you get to be my age. Once everyone had gathered in one mattress or
another, Josh lad us all in a family worship prayer and the lights went
out.
Now
there were one or two further details about this particular sleepover. Apparently it was an unspoken requirement
that Mommy be right in the middle of the floor, giving her easy access to
whichever of her three male offspring should need her the most. Initially that was the youngest and most
excited about the sleepover concept, Luke.
She cuddled with him until he drifted off, and then joined the grownups
in the den to watch a TV replay of the church’s big choir number from that
morning. It received a spontaneous
standing ovation, something that is in no way a common occurrence at their
traditional church. It did sound pretty
powerful, although something like that is way better when experience in
person. Just something about the
personal dynamic makes it penetrate deeper.
We also got to see Zak and Caleb’s choir sing a song from their upcoming
musical. We had hoped to see that one,
but it looks like it might be on the same day as the baptism of two other
grandsons. And that takes place here in
Galveston. At the beach. With our house as the base of
operations. If it is the same day, Christi
assured us they would record the whole thing for us to watch later. Sounds like a good plan to me.
While
we were watching the boys’ choir sing, Caleb appeared in person. He had heard it from the bedroom, and had to
add his two cents worth of comment in person.
Christi listened patiently and then sent him back to the bedroom. Now we didn’t stay up all that late, so we
soon headed in to join the boys. All seemed
quiet enough as we crawled around the floor debris and made our way into
bed. Now at some point my internal
grandpa clock did indeed wake me for a bathroom break, and I made my way across
the full floor with no casualties. And on
my return trip I noticed that there was Mommy again. This time she had been encouraging Caleb to
return to slumber, but Luke had made a noise, so she was creeping over to
comfort him. Classic Mommy Move. I was totally impressed. I waited until she got all settled back into
place herself before making my way back to my side of the bed. All I can say is … gotta love those cell
phone flashlights.
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Thessalonians 5:9-10 says, “For God did
not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus
Christ. He died for us so that, whether
we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him.”
Father,
thank you for Christi’s maternal instincts.
Grant her some uninterrupted sleep time now that AnnaGrace seems to be
sleeping longer between nighttime feedings and the boys all seem to be well. Amen.
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