I sit. OutSide FoH’s door after I’ve put him down for bed.

I sit to listen and wait.

I sit to hear his animal conversations and his nonsensical ramblings of the day, catching every fourth or fifth word.

I sit to wait for that last sigh signaling to me that his eyes are just about closing and he’s safe.

He’s warm.

I sit and pray that every child will one day feel this safe and warm.

I sit and dream of a world where we’re all like FoH:

Smiling, excitedly greeting each other, and truly concerned about any boo boo one might have.

A world where we take care of each other.