I wonder,

When you dream,

What causes your little smile?

What gives you so much baby face joy that giggles just jump out?

Is it God filling you with something loving just for babies?

Is He telling you how precious you are and all His plans for your little life?

Or are you just so enraptured with His face you smile without waking?

Who can say if you have met with things Holy?

Or if you’re dreaming about milk?

 I wonder this, my little man, as your face wrinkles in that cute little grin.

And then you wake, all rested rosy, talking to your earthly momma.

Little dream child.

God’s child.

My child.

Sleep sweet.