When she was done picking out which parts of her dinner she wanted to eat – mostly carrots, hers and mine – Evie climbed into my lap. “Are you sleepy?” I asked, noting her unusually subdued attitude.
“I not sleepy,” she said, putting her head on my shoulder. “I tired.”
She was sound asleep in seconds. Deeply asleep. Like I washed her, changed her diaper, put her in pajamas, and laid her in her bed, and she never even opened an eye.
Christmas is a really big day, full of all the regular stuff that goes along with having a family – and maybe a farm – and then all the excitement of a holy day and a holiday, too: gifts, and Mass, and special foods, and maybe even company or travel. It’s overwhelming for everyone, but especially for little ones.
But love – and maybe a shoulder to rest a weary head upon – conquers all. And I’m grateful that I still get to end my days with a sleeping babe in my arms.