A Sweet Night

Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had here. Through a strange and unplanned series of events, I asked the house mother of the Griffin Boys (my absolute favorites…ages 4-7) if I could show them a movie on my computer. I threw my comforter and pillow on their floor and they all gathered around me as we watched Curious George (in Spanish). In some ways it was a bitter sweet night because I knew that one sweet boy, Bryan, would be leaving to go home with his mom the next day. It's not a "good" home as best we can tell. Anyhow, I sat on the floor with one boy on my right thigh, another bony rear end on my left, one directly in front of me, one was draped over my shoulder/back, and one lay on his stomach and rested his chin on my shin. I couldn’t have been more happy as I lazily rubbed their backs and heads and enjoyed my time with them. Sometimes, one boy or another would get restless and he’d move to the lab of Abigail, the house mom. At one point I looked over my shoulder and saw her hand on Bryan’s head, her head bowed as she silently prayed over him. What a sweet night.