I just sat down on my bed, having just gone in and given my son a last kiss, making sure he was covered up well. He’s sound asleep, he has no idea I was there. I love seeing him sleep, I’ve said it many times, but that little dude sleeps so peacefully, and with a look of pure contentment in his face. He actually has a slight smile while he snoozes. It’s truly incredible.
His bedtime tonight was not so peaceful and content, in fact it was tearful. We had a guy’s night tonight. It’s something that has become a thing in our time here in Seattle. He actually initiated it, because whose (then 5 year old) son doesn’t start inviting grown ups to come over to his house for his 6th birthday? Then, after watching the LEGO Movie with his new, adult friends, finds out that none of these guys has seen the LEGO Batman movie... but that's the heart of this little man, and it’s incredible. He organized our first guy’s night. Tonight, was our last here in Seattle.
My, now 7 year old, invited over his best friends (guy’s aging from mid-20s to kid-50s) to watch LEGO Justice League be Bizzaro League, eat burgers, play Sonic Mania, and hang out. The men who show up to these are equally amazing, investing their time and love into my son, listening to him talk about super heroes and his video games. We hang out, until it’s time for him to go to bed, then we watch a guy movie, and just enjoy being together.
Tonight at bedtime, we had a tough time, as we both realized this would be our last such night like this with these men. We shared several hugs and some tears, and he went to bed. I was worried about him, but now, as he’s sleeping, there’s that slight smirk on his face, contentment and peace.
Looking back on our time here, and what it has meant to our family, and how God has used this little man as the catalyst to connect these guys together has been truly remarkable. I can’t wait to see how this continues to happen in the future.
