Few moments are as precious to mothers as the hushed rituals of bedtime.
He covered it with a blue cloth and added rocks, a baby tree, an Earth flag and his hatching-dragon sculpture. Then the two of them would snuggle and talk about magic and the travels he would take in his dreams. Great Spirit, bless my sleepy head. As I journey in my sleep, I know the Dragons my soul will keep. Mother Earth and Father Sky, watch over me here where I lie.