As I lay my toddler down to sleep.
Stories from his day begin to seep.

Tossing and turning he's wide awake,
And it is more than I can take. 

I tell him it's no longer time for play,
Despite my insistence he will not lay. 

Now he's singing, delirious I see,
About squishing a baby bumblebee. 

I start to drift and close my eyes,
I wonder what time he'll wake to rise.  

Bless my toddler, he won't stop;
But here I am, about to drop. 

Night after night, the same routine;
It's like nothing else I've seen. 

Yet, there's nothing else I'd rather do,
But listen to him sing and say I love you.  

This season of life will end some day, 
So tonight... tonight I lay.