Bedtime

I miss those nights when all my babies were tucked in their own little bed safe and sound.  I could go and stand in their door, by their bedside...and watch them sleeping...and say a prayer of thanks, for these busy, growing beings.....who were my blessings.

Now, as I lay my head down, I don't know where they all are or what they are doing.  I pray that they are safe....and send a kiss and a prayer to them...wherever they are.

"Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight....

And even though I know how very far apart we are

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky"

~ James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil