We were still as can be as little Eli tried to drift off to sleep. His rubbed his heavy eyes and blinked hard to keep them open. I rubbed his hair. My husband sang Eli’s favorite lullaby. Our world was still and happy.
Eli sleepily muttered about the room being too dark. He’s afraid of the dark and the noises that he can’t see. My husband pulled him close, “It’s okay. I’ve got you Eli.”
Eli sighed and smiled. He patted his daddy’s arm.
A few moments passed and that dimpled hand took my own. Even though barely awake, his eyes locked on mine. With quiet strength and great sincerity he declared, “Don’t be a’scared. I got you, my Mama.”