I carried both my sons up the stairs to bed, one sound asleep and the other not too far behind.
And as I tucked each of them into bed and said their prayers with them, I found myself doing something I very rarely do.
Fighting back tears.
'Cause as fast as they grow up and as big as they seem to me now, they are still just two little boys who wanted their Dad to sometimes tuck them into bed at night.
And that made me one happy, somewhat frazzled, Dad.
Sometimes you can't ask for more than that.