I am crazy about boys in pajamas. Maybe it’s the PJ’s themselves. Spider Man, Sponge Bob, and the all time favorite, Power Rangers. Or maybe it’s because boys in pajamas still means that they’re little boys. That they haven’t graduated to boxers and they still get a kick out of tying towels round their necks, stretching their arms out, and flying from one bed to another. Or maybe it’s because pajamas mean bedtime. Bedtime for boys and bedtime for Mommies and Daddies.
But I think the real reason why I like my boys in pajamas is that once their tucked in and snuggled tightly to their favorite stuffed friend, there is a moment, a precious, beautiful moment, when I watch them sleep and pray for sweet dreams and God’s grace.
Sleep tight little boys.
