Routine on weekends is more free than on weeknights. Tonight I told the girls they could read longer than they usually do. LMark missed his nap because he went with Ella, Meggy & Max to an afternoon birthday party. Consequently he was nodding off like a drunk at 6:30 PM.
Max wanted to cuddle in his bunk bed at bedtime. On special occasions I climb in bed with him, but typically I climb the ladder to talk and snuggle.
After all the nighttime whatnots, I said goodnight and added, “Max, you’re great.”
He replied, “I know.”
“Max, you’re brave.”
“I know.”
"Max, you’re smart."
“I know.”
I kissed him and left.
I started working out nighttime stuff with the girls: clearing Ella’s bed of paper scraps, pencils, and a plastic castle; a light bulb for Margaret. A kiss, a kiss.
Then I thought. What is any of the other stuff worth if he doesn't love Jesus?
I went back in Max’s room.
“Max, Jesus loves you.”
“You too, Mom.”
Kiss.
Goodnight.
