It’s been a long day, it’s late, and I’m beyond exhausted.  I’ve stayed up late enough to “dream feed” my baby boy.  I carefully scoop him up out of his crib and put him to my breast while I take my seat in the rocker.  He slowly suckles in sleepy comfort with his hand spread out on my chest before I feel the familiar tingle and hear him swallowing in big gulps.  Immediately, all my thoughts of bed are replaced with gratitude.  Thank you, Lord, for this precious gift; for all of the blessings in my life.  I am so humbled to have so much when I am so undeserving.