“Where are the nightlights?”
My hubby and I shared an identical deer-in-the-headlights look. I’m not even sure which of us asked the question.
We had just arrived in our Hershey hotel room, and were excited to be in the chocolate-smelling hotel in the quaint Pennsylvania town founded by Milton Hershey and decorated with big brown Kisses.
But we were tired from the past two days exploring Philadelphia on foot and the many hours driving from Florida in the days before that. Sleep beckoned like a hot chocolate-covered ice cream sundae.
The boys, wiped out after an eventful afternoon in the Hershey Museum and chasing each other through Hershey Gardens, pulled their covers up a little higher in the pitch black room. After a quick search, resigned realization settled on our shoulders.
Neither of us had grabbed the two small LED nightlights we always travel with.
It would be a dark night in the Hershey hotel.
One of the things I appreciate most about my hubby is his attention to detail. He’s meticulous when it comes to planning and bringing items for vacation.
*Okay, I admit it. He’s a packing genius.* He always brings items one might not normally pack on a trip, but suddenly needs in a pinch.
For example, we have a travel-size humidifier, perfect for combatting dry hotel rooms. On this family trip it was desperately needed when our younger son caught a cold two days into the vacation. Chase was coughing and congested, and the little humidifier pumped away near his face at night, relieving the stuffiness and giving us peace of mind, 1100 miles from home.
Trev also packs two nightlights for the hotel, trusty little beacons in the dark world of new surroundings. Usually one goes in the bathroom; the other in a socket near the boys’ bed.
“Can’t you go back and get them?” One of the boys whispered.
The expression that you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone is quite true. When we settled in for the night at the Hershey hotel, we realized our pair of nightlights remained in Philadelphia.
In the darkness, before sleep grabbed hold, I thought about those two nightlights, now a fixture in our previous hotel room in Historic Philadelphia. The hotel staff probably wouldn’t notice them since they’d clean during the day.
But I hoped the next person staying there would appreciate their soft light, maybe even decide to keep them.
“You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” ~ Matthew 5:14-16
Help us be Your nightlights, Lord.