My mind will not be quiet tonight. It is tearing through memory files at record speed. A random remembrance from 2nd grade leads way to a rainy dorm room night at Tech. And, as soon as they have been rehashed and are cataloged, a fresh set of times-gone-by sprout in their place, an ever-filling hard drive that is never satisfied. So, sleep escapes me, and I snuggle in a little closer to my wee one and inhale deeply, to  drink in the clean, honeysuckled goodness of him. Scott reaches over and touches my head. He knows me well. And, through groggy words, he speaks a prayer over me, asking God to bring me peace and rest. And, just having these things- these people- who love me steadfastly, comforts my soul.