Little Dreamer

I worked late tonight. Too late, really.

I was on my way to bed, and I stopped into the boys' room for one more visit with the princes of my heart.

They were both sound asleep, out-out-out. They had been for hours.

I snuggled blankets under chins, prayed my favorite words over them, tousled sweet little noggins, and leaned in for an invisble kiss.

Tyler moved just a bit when I got close to him.

His eyes opened, just enough to know it was me,

and he whispered,

"Elephants."

"Hi, sugar. Elephants?"

"Yes."

"Okay, buddy. I love you."

"I love you, too, Mommy. So much."

"So much."

"Night Night, Mommy."

"Good night, little man."

Now that is what dreams are made of.

That right there.