Ramona was up last night, which means that I was up last night. I was feeling a little sorry for myself, for being awakened as often as I am (we seem to be a sleep-challenged family all around. There doesn't have to be a newborn in sight for me to up quite a bit during the night.) So, there I was, out of my comfortable, cozy bed, walking my little daughter back to her room in the dark.
It was deliciously cool enough to have all the windows in the house open, and as Ramona and I walked softly and silently, hand in hand, she said, in a near-whisper, "It's so nice, isn't it, Mama, to hear the crickets?"
Oh, my. The self-pity melted away.
Yes, my dear, sweet, unbelievable, darling and miraculous little gift from God, yes. It was so nice to hear the crickets.
And it was especially nice to hear them with Ramona.
(Photo is by Christopher Potter, by way of Stock.Xchng)