The Day is Done

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
i sing. the soft pink blanket covers her. she snuggles into my arms.

we go on to 
come thou fount of every blessing
tune my heart to sing they praise.

she snuggles in more.
 streams of mercy never failing call for songs of loudest praise.

we rock and rock.
{just rocky, momma, just rocky, no go to bed, 'kay?}
she asks.

okay, sweet girl, okay,
i whisper.

we rock and rock.
i rub her forehead and kiss the bridge of her nose,
that same nose that i kissed when she was a four-pound baby-girl in the NICU
and the only body part not covered with wires and bili masks that i could kiss.

o to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be,
let thy goodness like a fetter by thy wandering heart to thee.

she sighs. her eyes flutter close.

i pray over her.
Help her to grow up to love you well, Lord.
love your Word well.
and love others well.

Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above. 
she sleeps.
i hug her close,
as close as her getting-too-big-three-and-a-half-year old self will get.
she lays in bed.
i sneak out.

{sleep tight, grace abigail, sleep tight}.