Parenting "Turns"

It's 1:48am this morning.  Our little guy is awake, screaming right into my ear as I carry him while I walk through our house.  My wife is trying to rest upstairs, exhausted from another full day of motherhood.  He screams and cries, his hot tears running down his cheeks, then pressed into my face and neck as I try to calm him down.  Thankfully, there's just enough light in the house that I'm able to circumnavigate hazards like baby toys, blankets, pillows, and any other deadly objects.  He's still hollering with all the might of his little lungs.

Finally, he goes quiet as I lay him down in his crib.  He's still snuffling a little bit, and I leave a pacifier within his reach as I close the door, go back upstairs, and try to make sense of how I'm feeling.

The next day, he and I look like this:

Sorry, I can't get the picture to rotate properly.  Shows what a savvy blogger I am... :)

I'm so grateful for my son, even at 1:48am.  I'm even more amazed now at God's miracle of sending His Son to be with us.  I know it's a cliche to share that statement, but it's true.

Solo Dei gloria,

Travis Fletcher