I’ve never been a regular sleeper.
In college I’d usually go two or three days on and then crash for a day.
Once I “grew up” and got a real job, the inability to sleep every night for 8 hours became a bit more of a nuisance.
Most nights I’m in bed by midnight and then just roll around and think for a couple hours before my restless sleep is ended by a shriek from the one year old letting me know he’s ready to join me around 7 a.m.
Some of my best ideas have come along somewhere in those hours in between…
Last night, as I was talking to God in one of our 1 a.m. chats, I was hit by the thought that my child who I’ve never met is probably already alive on the other side of the world. It made for a more serious prayer than I’ve been used to praying lately.
It was a thought that brought both fright and comfort at the same time. It was also the first time that I really felt like I was already a parent to another child…
and I can’t wait to meet them!
