Midnight Giggles

It's 12:36am early on Wednesday morning.

The house is still and quiet except for the clicking of the keyboard as I program, the slight buzz of the ceiling fans, restful breathing of loved ones dreaming, and the hum of the sole compact fluorescent light bulb which illuminates the room in which I work.

Occasionally the ice in my drink shifts and clinks against the tumbler's wall almost as if cheering me on, saying "hang in there just another hour before you call it a night..." in its sleepy voice. My glass of Diet Dr. Pepper sweats onto my notepad which holds the shadows of my workday.

The screen is blurry - yet I forge ahead only to take a short break to write this humble blog post. I am thankful for everything in life which God allows me to experience for it is through experience that we knock another rough edge off of this human vessel in which we temporarily reside.

The dog moves in the light shadows beside me, hearing the unheard. She walks a few steps before stretching out on the floor facing the nursery where our youngest slumbers in fanny-raised comfort. I stop typing for a moment and strain to hear what momentarily peeked the interest of our beloved dog.

Softly at first she cries "Dahhhhhhhhhh" from the nursery. I pause and listen and there it is louder and a little quicker - "Daaaaaaaah Daaaaaaaah". My heart races to hear my baby call for me.

"Daaaaaaahhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaa" She sighs.

The light buzzes loudly and I blink a few times. It is not for her father that the young toddler cries. I realize that she she is calling for her best friend, Dora The Explorer. Deflated, I slump in my chair, defeated by a cartoon character in my daughter's eyes.

When we are down, if we are perceptive, God talks to us. I wait for a few seconds, listening for His words of wisdom faintly carried to my ears on angel's breath. It arrives through the laughter of my youngest child as she sleeps in her crib.

Nothing much in life's experience can top the midnight giggles of a sleeping baby.

I now have enough energy to make it another hour into the night, programming key stroke by key stroke.

Giggle on, baby princess. Daddy loves you.