I had a very moving spiritual experience last night. Older Son was already lying in our bed, when Younger Son wanted me to take him in and put him to bed. We spoil our kids rotten, and putting them to sleep is part of the spoilation. Anyhow, Older Son was still awake when we went back to the bedroom. Younger son got into bed right up against Older Son and nuzzled his head against Older Son's chest. We listened to a CD of soothing music and I stroked both of their heads until they fell asleep. I was misty-eyed, but not out of sadness about Older Son's upcoming boarding school placement. I felt real joy for the first time in a while. These moments are rare and I savor them.