Sleeping Angels

By, Joni (written in 2001 at age 28)

I step into the dark room each night and see my sleeping angels resting peacefully. Breathing slowly, warm, comfortable, and calm.

I smile quietly to myself as I reach down to tuck a blanket more tightly around one of them. Sometimes, even though his eyes are still shut and he is far away dreaming of something pleasant, he smiles back.

More often than not, I find one of my sleeping angels slumbering on the floor, in the hall, or even in his closet. I just laugh to myself, pick him up, and put him back in his bed where it is comfortable and warm. He barely stirs.

I look upon another of my sleeping angels and think to myself how much bigger she looks each day, yet she is still a baby clutching to her precious blanket tightly…so soft, so cute, so peaceful.

My wild angels by day can often make me forget the wonderful gifts that they are, but at night my sleeping angels always remind me from where they came and the blessings they are for me.