This is how Isaac falls asleep every night. A few minutes after we put him in bed, he moves his pillow and lion stuffed animal right near the door and puts one hand under the door. All I can figure is that he wants to be near us. It's always been this way for Isaac, never wanting to be alone.
May God grant you always a sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you. ~ Irish Blessing
