Just last night as Lennie and I were settling into bed at 11:30 we heard the cries of Dylan (20 months) right on time. He has been waking up around this time for a couple weeks to come cuddle and quickly fall right back to sleep in our bed, in my arms. There he will stay for awhile till I move him back to his bed for the rest of the night. Last night I put my foot down though, his biological clock clearly needed a reset and he was going to cry it out to make that happen.
After about 5 minutes the stamp reappeared on our foreheads that reads "Sucker" and we brought him to bed with us. And there Lennie and I sat for the better part of 30 minutes (far past our desired bedtime) just starring at our little miracle and admiring his perfectly hysterical little personality. There was of course quite a few fist bumps initiated by our resident comedian and lots of "how is it possible that he is this cute?" comments going back and forth. When it seemed that he was growing tired of our admiring gazes I took him to his bed where he quietly drifted off to sleep and then quickly so did we.
There were many times today where I have thought about last night and been overcome by a sense of humility about the fact that Heavenly Father thinks we are worthy to raise 2 incredibly special little boys. Then I saw this quote and it really summed up parenthood for me. It's nights like last night, where we got a little less sleep than we would prefer, but were able to take a couple minutes out of our day to bond as a family and reflect on the many, many blessings we have been granted. It's night like these that make tired days so worth it.