Last night, I put my son to bed the usual way: Brushed his teeth (a sure way to make him scream until the very second I stop and praise him for doing a good job), changed him into his jammies, read a book with him, and then turned off the light while I rocked him in my lap and sang a lullaby. I laid him down in his crib and, instead of immediately rolling over, he looked up at me with his eyes wide open. I stared back at him in wonder -- it was as if he was memorizing my face, burning it into his brain. I caressed his cheeks and told him to go to sleep, and then he rolled over.
Just one tiny moment of beauty and wonder.