In the still of the night, I sit holding Baby Gabe, eyes closed and dozing. Trying not to completely fall asleep, resulting in dropping the baby, I blink my eyes. The blinks get longer...and longer...and longer. Man, so very tired, exhausted. I need to either wake up or lay him down. Neither option is easy. If I don't have something in front of me, tangible, bright, the sleep will just over take me. However, I didn't bring my phone with me. I was too tired to think to grab it. Laying him down is tricky. I have lost my touch in my five year vacation. I have to go back to bed. This is silly. Slowly, tensing all the muscles I have awake, I stand and softly walk toward the crib. Ever so gently, I lay him on his back, hoping the blanket keeps his arms bundled securely to his chest. Success! I tiptoe out the door. Collapsing in bed, I smile into the night. What a blessing to be so exhausted!