Tonight my beautiful son Lachlan ran through the kitchen,  ate some of everything in site (and kept it down), cracked jokes, played with his toys, and threw his hands in the air while rocking out dancing.  Then he got into bed, told me his tummy felt good, and nuzzled down into his velvety-soft blanket to drift into dreamland.  Thank you universe. Thank you moon.  Thank you stars.   Thank you God.