December 11, 2013
On Monday night Owen fell asleep about 8:30, unusually early for him. It was no surprise, then, when he woke up at 10:00 complaining of a stuffy nose. I snuggled with him for a little while while he figured out that it was, after all, still night...and he had to pee. A few minutes later, he ambled down the hallway, head down:
Owen: I'm tired and confused.
Me: Welcome to the club, kiddo.
Owen: But I'm funny. I'm a very funny kid.
He was restless after he got back in bed so we pretended we were outside, sleeping under the stars. He heard owls in trees, we found nature sounds on his iPod so we turned on a river, and a deer walked right through our campsite. But sleep didn't come so we traded one campsite for another, settling into our bedroom. Owen used the force to light a fire and collect sticks and marshmallows. We ate smores then he brushed his teeth and flossed by the light of the moon. Eventually the need for sleep eclipsed even the four-bulb moon overhead and he fell fast asleep.
It was a wonderful night.
Sure, he slept with his feet in my armpit and - literally - could not get close enough to me. At one point he climbed on my back and sleepily told me that my Owen blanket was there to keep me warm.
Those moments are fleeting when your youngest is five. Like I said, it was a wonderful night.Posted by Chris at December 11, 2013 7:01 AM | TrackBack