It was a Saturday night and I couldn’t sleep.
The wind was howling at 40mph and the rain pounded as if it were giant hail. I wanted to snuggle with my little guy, sense his chest rising and falling, offer comfort from the storm that wasn’t impacting his sleep at all. My husband heard me leaving and asked why. I told him B didn’t like storms and I wanted to check on him. It was an excuse, for me, to be in his sleeping, quiet, innocent essence as a four-year old.
I thought, it’s been a long time since I’ve climbed into his bed to snuggle him for my own need.
And then I realized why this urge was so strong - to cuddle, to witness, to snuggle, to wake with him.
I had missed our past two family sleep overs due to the flu.Read More