Nightlight

Yesterday I was out with Mason, radio cranked, flipping through playlists. Up popped a song I hadn’t heard in a few weeks and it hit me just as strongly as it did the first time I heard it. Nightlight by Illenium and Annika Wells.

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Nightlight

I first heard this song one afternoon while doing a hike on the treadmill. Barely able to breathe, I immediately texted Jen, my BFF, to share. She’s my nightlight and I am hers!

Just as a young child feels safe and secure with a nightlight on, we have people in our lives that do the same. For Not Needers like me, we don’t want a full on spotlight or massive flood lights, we only want a dim glow, ever present, enough to remind ourselves to be vulnerable and need and want. Like a distant lighthouse, always showing the way. To be someone’s nightlight is an incredibly high honor.

Willa

The night before last, Willa came into my room I-lost-track-how-many times crying and unable to sleep, saying that her legs hurt. Snuggles with me fixed her right up. I was her nightlight. As not fun as it was being disturbed so many times, it was the best feeling ever to be able to comfort her.

Yesterday Willa and I decided to have some photography time together. I wanted to take the photo you see at the top of the post so I invited her to take a photo of her nightlight, too. Instead, she took this photo of me taking my photo. To her, I am the nightlight.

Who are your nightlights?

Who are you a nightlight for?

Go Shine!

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