One night earlier in the week I was up late.
In fact, I had actually climbed into bed early for a change,
and the baby cried.
It was a night in which a distressed toddler woke in need of post-midnight hugs.
It was a night in which an older child slept hard and didn't make it to the toilet.
The crying baby required a bit of walking (on my part) while being cradled in my arms, so through a dark I house I walked, and landed myself on the porch.
Have you ever stood under Wisteria on a warm moonlit night?
I discovered something:
Quieting a bundle of baby where the sweet scent of Wisteria tickles ones senses may be one of life's pleasantest apologies.
Not that life has anything to apologize to me for, it's just that moonlight and Wisteria almost make up for being waked three times (plus several nursings) after midnight.
You know, I realize that getting up in the night is part of my job description. And I also realize that my getting up is related to normal child-hood inconveniences and not under duress of a terminally ill baby.
That is much to be thankful for.
My getting up in the night is because my husband is sleeping soundly, resting his body for another day of work where he will once again provide for his family's needs, not because I have no husband.
My getting up in the night is a labor of love. An opportunity to die to self, and to bless my little ones; to bless my tired husband.
I am used to very little sleep by now. One day it will be a shock when I sleep those hours in uninterrupted segments.
Unfortunately when those days come, I won't have such a precious reason to stand on the porch in the moonlight breathing the soft scents of Wisteria.
That's rather a sad reflection.
So on second thought;
I am a very content woman.
No need to apologize.
...Unless you want to give me moonlight and Wisteria.
That I'll gladly accept!