Sweet Sleeper

My visit with Caleb was sweet and odd. He was very sleepy and kept sleeping and waking up periodically to look at me and smile and wrap his arm tighter around my arm, smell my hand, and pull my arm and hand to his chest. Then he would go straight back to sleep. Other than that I just sang to him, talked to him, prayed for him, and gently massaged his arms, touched his face and hair—all while staring at him while he slept. Dan raised a lot of money for the school, through business contacts, and so now they are talking about what to do to make Caleb's room nicer. I said if they would give him a little extra attention it would be worth more than anything money can buy. The house manager took Caleb's Viewmaster and locked it away for him to use once or twice a day, as I have asked many, many times before. I guess she felt sorry for me because I almost dropped a tear when I said if he could have some of his things locked safely away and then offered to him daily, that would help me to be a little less broken-hearted. I said that would be much more important than a new dresser. After that she also suggested a rug for his room, which blessed me. I didn't think anyone there gave much thought to his comfort, like bare feet on a cold floor in the morning, or bare feet on a nice, soft rug. Now I know that at least one person cares. Also met a nice night nurse who said sometimes Caleb plays possum. I know he does. I was glad she knew that from her own observation. God is good. He holds Caleb's hands. Thanks for listening.