A Significant Moment

Rod came in at around 1am this morning. His shift started at 4pm yesterday and ended at 12mn. I woke up just when he opened the door, he came in and smiled and waved at me. He’s happy to get to spend the night with Molly and me. I smiled back and motioned for him to lie on the bed beside me. Molly was sleeping ever so deeply in her crib.

I woke up around 3am because Molly was crying. I went over to her crib and gently stroke her head and her back but she was still whimpering. She’s probably hungry, I said to myself, and went over to the table to get her a bottle of milk. Her cries were getting louder so her Dad decided to pick her up and put her on our bed. I gave Molly her milk and she began to drink. After that she went back to sleep. Her back was resting on her Dad and Rod’s right hand was resting lightly on her thigh, both of them facing me, Molly’s face a small and softer version of her father’s. Both of them have chinky eyes and thin lips, indeed there’s no denying that she’s her father’s daughter. Both of them looked so peaceful, so content to have each other.

As I look at them, I told myself, this is definitely a significant moment, one of the things that money can’t buy, one of the things that can bring so much joy in my heart that I was compelled to kneel on the floor and thank God for my Molly and my Rod. Then I rested on the bed, facing Molly and Rod. I held Rod’s hand on my right and Molly’s little hand on my left. I felt at peace, secure, contented and grateful. I thank God for this moment.