Prayer

Tonight was one of those nights. Brendan was extremely overtired and coming down with a cold, so everything we did or said ended up with him collapsing in tears and sobs on the floor. It would almost be funny, if it weren't so completely draining. Bedtime was a total battle, with Brad bearing the brunt of it because I was busy with Megan. (Even on the evening of the Super Bowl! What a great husband!) Twice, Brad came into Megan's room, giving me the "remind me why we decided to have kids " look on his face. The third time Brad came into her room, after he had successfully gotten Brendan into bed, Brad was softly grinning from ear to ear. I figured it was just happiness at finally getting a very tired, very whiny kid to bed, and told him so. Brad just smiled at me and said he had been listening outside Brendan's door, as Brendan talked himself to sleep. (As Brendan winds down he sometimes talks to himself about anything and everything, from things that happened during his day, to songs, to events that happened a year ago. It's pretty funny to hear some of the things that come out of his mouth.) Instead of something funny, Brad was grinning because Brendan was laying in his bed...praying. Sometimes those daily struggles mean absolutely nothing compared to what happens in the end. Thank you, God, for reminding us of that through the sweet words of our little boy.