Sleeping Like a Baby

Sometimes I wish I had counted how many different beds we have slept in over the past two years. Hundreds, I'm sure. It doesn't bother me really. I can sleep just about anywhere. I definitely would fail the princess and the pea test. Put a pea under my mattress and the only thing that will change is the pea. Just don't mess with my pillows. Mr. Adventure gets a little embarrassed and annoyed that I have to haul my pillow into every hotel, prophet's chamber, and pastor's house. Especially when I was very great with child and insisted on bringing my giant body pillow with me everywhere as well. A girl's gotta get comfy!

He looks so peaceful doesn't he? Sleep is a rare and beautiful thing. Somehow I was under the delusion that babies did a lot of it. That was before Little Bear came along. I have since concluded that sleep is for teenagers and old people and the rest of us don't need it. Especially babies. OK, maybe some babies do it, but not mine. He's too much like his father. After all, who wants to sleep when you could be playing? Ooo, pick me!

 "We can sleep when we're dead." -Mr. Adventure

Between going to bed in a different place every few days, crossing timezones constantly, staying up late for meetings, acid reflux, and teething I'd say it's understandable that Little Bear has trouble sleeping. Not having more than a couple hours of sleep at a time for months on end is exhausting for me. I really struggled for a while. Until I found that Grace that is sufficient. But I am learning that instead of begging for a good night's sleep, I simply need to ask for grace to be patient with my baby when he needs me at night. He truly is sufficient. Yes, I'm still tired. But that's OK, someday when I am old and not needed anymore I will sleep. Today, I will just enjoy every moment I get to be with my Little Bear.