i am at the yellow house. the one with a porch and inside holds some very precious people. two adults who are so close to me, and three little kids playing with toys. all three very important. but whenever i walk into their bedroom, one of the first things i see is a piece of paper that is framed. there is a little girl asleep in her bed. but underneath her it says

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
May angels watch me through the night,
And wake me with the morning light.