I tucked you in for the fourth time and went down the hall to retire for the evening. I heard you flick your bedroom light on and was too tired to fight you for it so I left you undisturbed. There was no noise from your room so after an hour I walked in to turn off your light. When I stepped inside and saw you fast asleep on top of your covers with an open book resting on your little pajama-clad chest, my heart filled to the brim with love for you and I fought back tears for all the time I have spent trying to stomp out the bad in you and forgetting to realize the good.
You are good and I love you.