When I'd Rather Not Hear "I Love You"

The red numbers on the clock on my dresser shine brightly.

2:34 AM.

I glance at the clock and wince, then try to figure out what awakened me.  Whose voice did I hear calling out?

Ah, there it is again.  It's Tobin.

"Mommy, I love you!" he trumpets from his bedroom.

"I love you, too," I call back--but softly, for fear of disturbing Shav's sleep in the little room off my bedroom.

Tobin doesn't hear my quiet response, so I scurry out of bed, across the hall, and to him.  "I love you, too, Tobin," and I blow him a kiss.  He settles down, and I return to bed, crawl into my warm little nest under the covers, then think about writing this blog post.  :)

I also think of two Bible verses.  First, in John 14:15, Jesus said to His disciples, "If you love me, keep my commands."  Do you think He'd mind if I changed that to, "If you love me, Tobin, be quiet and go to sleep"?  :)

The other verse I thought of, and I write this with a grin, is Proverbs 27:14, "If anyone loudly blesses their neighbor early in the morning, it will be taken as a curse."  Although I'm always grateful for the expressions of affection which come from the lips of my sons, I must admit...

...sometimes I'm more grateful than at other times.  And sometimes, sweet silence is the most loving sound of all.  ;-)