Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet Babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest.
O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,
From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.
Now it's back to more normal everyday things like: a three-year-old with serious potty training regression, a four-year-old and her lipstick obsession that is all over the carpet, and explaining to the older boys why is NOT okay to throw their action figures at the ceiling fan. All the usual stuff.
I think God new exactly what we needed. After she started sleeping through the night, Jason had to leave for a few weeks for deployment training. I got pretty sick while he was gone. And, I kept thinking, "What if I'd been sick, had all the kids, AND she still wasn't sleeping?" A credit card shopping spree on Pottery Barn's website? Locking myself in my room for the weekend while the children flailed helplessly about in search of food? The possibilities are endless. And for the time being--catastrophe was avoided.