At The End of the Day

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At The End of the Day

by Stephanie Fidelak

At the end of the day when I've put your toys away for the 100th time

and I sigh in dismay at the messes you created

At the end of the day when I put one more load of laundry into the machine

and look longingly at the chair that I want to just sit back in

At the end of the day when I climb the stairs to get you ready for bed

and really don't want to change another diaper

At the end of the day when I put your fuzzy sleeper on

and I feel your tiny arms wrap around my neck

At the end of the day when I lay beside you 

and read the same story "again" and "again" and "again"

At the end of the day when you curl up beside me

with your tiny fist holding your soother and arms clutching your stuffed sheep

At the end of the day when your long lashes rest on your cheeks

and you give in to the call of slumber

At the end of the day as I watch sleep take over your little body

I gaze at you in wonder

At the end of the day I want to hold onto you just a little bit longer

and pray that I never forget how sweet and wonderful you are

At the end of the day when I get into my own bed

I thank God for the gift of you and remember how blessed I am.