"You want this?" 

My sister is sitting with me on her laundry room floor, pulling box after box of hand me downs out and offering me the pick of the litter...

I love her taste in clothes and i'd rather wear her hand me downs than go buy something that i know won't suit me, fit me, or that i will hate in one day anyway... I'm just not gifted in the shopping area...

But what she's holding up now isn't clothes.  It's white and clear, plasticky.  Molded, melted shape, with metal at one end.

Then she turns it right side up.  It's a huge night light, of an angel, brooding...

I take it, not really knowing why.

The next night, i am out grocery shopping and i pick up a new bulb.  That night, we are tucking the children in and i remember the night light.  All of the sudden,  i realize why i said yes.

"Naya, do you think this angel nightlight would remind you to obey, and not come out of your room?"

"Yes mama!" she nods enthusiastically.

Angels obey God and little girls need to obey their mothers...

We plug it in, turn it on - the light is more than enough to assuage any fears a little girl might have in the darkness.  Even a little girl who needs to pretend never to be afraid so her big brother will still read aloud to her, from his big boy books...

For two nights now, she's been asleep, and stayed asleep and in her room...

Long may it last!