Sleep, sleep, a love watch I'll keep....

There is something so precious to me about a baby sleeping. There he lay in all of his sweet innocence. Quietly dreaming of the bounteous goodness of the heavenly home that he has so lately left and of the home that he has come to, where he is loved without measure. Perhaps some of the beauty of it is that lingering feeling that he has so recently been in the presence of our Heavenly Father. His spirit is perfect in every way with none of the pollution of this world marring it yet. The only feeling that is ever expressed to him is that of love and adoration. His uniqueness and brilliance is already evident in his divine face. It is as though you can feel that he was sent here to do great and wonderful things and will be a credit to his heavenly parents. How grateful we are to be allowed to be his earthly parents. How grateful we are for all three of the sweet spirits that our Father entrusted with us.