The gift of giving our time and attention to others shows respect and love.
It can happen at the most unusual time.
My son didn't sleep through the night until he was three so getting up in the night to tend to him was nothing out of the ordinary.
One night, I ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor with him on my lap, reading to him from the light of a string of small white lights.
I don't know why we had tiny white lights near the baseboard or what book I read but I felt so peaceful, connected and right with the world during that time.
Have you had unexpected times of connection? Please share. I would love to hear.