I tuck him into bed and kiss his soft cheek. “Goodnight, my little Kyler man.”
“Goo’night, Mommy. Can you please sing me a song?”
“I would love to! Which one shall I sing?”
“Jesus is born!”
He snuggles down into his pillow with bright expectant eyes. I caress his hair and hold his hand.

Silent night, holy night,
All is calm.
All is bright round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant so tender and mild.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.

“Thank you for singing me a song, Mommy. I love you! Goodnight…”

And this mama tucked these memories away to cherish forever in her heart.