The sun is down and the moon is up, little teeth are brushed and jammies are on. Bible story is read, prayers are said, and off they go, shuffling down the hall.
Do one thing, then the next, and the next, then off to bed.
Kiss on the forehead and turn out the light.
I find myself hurrying through our routine. It’s my time to get evening chores done, and the sink needs scrubbing, coffee pot needs setting, email needs checking.
But there’s a quiet voice from a sleepy boy who is standing in the doorway: “Mommy, can I sleep with you?” he whispers.