It's been a long hard day. Well, weekend. I've been struggling really hard with a migraine and that exhausts me. A family member is having a pretty serious medical crisis and that's pretty stressful. My wife is upset by said family member's medical stuff and that's stressful. It's time to make applesauce and put up food for the winter. There's too much to be done and not near enough time or energy for this mama to do it.
So I decided to go to bed early. Luken was in bed. Settled. Calm. I crawled into my bed and curled up. I closed my eyes and savored the cool breeze coming in my open window. Then I heard the small footfalls of Luken sweet boy coming from his bed, across his room, across the hall, into my room. They stopped at the edge of my bed. Very quietly, he said, "Mommy, why did the chicken cross the road?"
Not rolling over, I asked him, "Why, honey?"
"The chicken crossed the road so he could sleep with his mommy." And he crawled into bed next to me. All soft and warm.
I seriously have the sweetest little boy. How lucky I am.
Twelve Years Apart
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