It was a full evening. A very full evening. (I was still feeling that coconut cream pie . . .)
We trickled into the room where the nest would be set. A special resting place for Ginny that night that would be the equivalent of a quilted “nest”. Patchworks and crazies draped over the couches down into a cozy spot on the carpet. Color and color and color and color. We would tuck her into it that night and say a blessing over her.
“Ginny, I want to read to you Marianne Williamson’s quote: ‘our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure . . .'”
“Ginny, I bless you with the gift of good sleep. Ma and Pa Ingalls talked about doing the ‘work that belonged to that day,’ and then resting. Good sleep is a blessing- the ability to sleep deeply and peacefully, and it’s something I pray for you, Ginny!”
“I give you the blessing of confidence and knowing who you are, gifts and foibles alike.”
We closed down the sun with best quilt of all: the quilt of a blessed sleep.
Good-night, Ginny. Until tomorrow . . . .