Full Circle

Whenever I carry our son to bed while he sleeps, it stirs memories of being carried to bed by my own father, often after a drive home from my grandmother's house or another weekend or holiday destination. I might have been a bit older when those memories formed, but I hope our son has the same warm, sleepy feeling, and the same sense of security -- being at home, being with family. I don't have a lot to say tonight, but I wanted to remember this feeling of coming full circle later. Maybe someday he will have the same feeling about his own child as I am having right now, thinking back about how I used to carry him to bed. I hope he does, and I hope he reads this, and knows that I am there with him.