Four precious children, sleeping safe and sound in their beds (albeit, with some strange slumber arrangements), is a wonderful blessing.
Just a few hours before this, we prayed for the people of Haiti. Dear Ethan, ever sensitive to the pain of others, simply prayed, "God help the Haiti people," before crawling up onto his Daddy for a snuggle and the shedding of a few tears. I say, "Amen," and "May my heart learn to break for others that way."
I have so many reasons to be grateful.