Nap Time Reflections

I have a playlist for Silas of mostly worship music (though, my future brother-in-law just added some Beyonce to the list, unbeknownst to me).  I play it for Silas when I'm trying to get him to go down for a nap or for the night.  No matter how wiggly or resistant he is, whenever the music starts, his body immediately relaxes.  Then, I will lay with him until he falls asleep.  This song especially is his favorite (mine too).

Sometimes I am rushed to get him to sleep so that I can get on with whatever project I need to get done.  But many times, I lay with him long after he has fallen asleep and let the gravity of the fact that he is ours sink in.  This usually results in me laying there crying, praising God and squeezing Silas tighter.

Silas didn't have to be ours.  This is where adoption makes us different.  Silas was born to someone else.  He would exist apart from us. Other people could be his parents.  The reality of this overwhelms me at times.  Of all the people who could have been his parents, we get to be the ones that raise this sweet boy.  I cannot believe our fortune.

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