A Long Day

From church to the church picnic to White Rock Beach to hours of jumping on the trampoline to washing the glass "lean to" at 11pm, my little boy put in a long day.

But he could not fall asleep.

I could hear him from downstairs, tossing on his squeaky bunk bed, driving matchbox cars over his blanket hills and pillow valleys, rearranging and adjusting his fan for maximum blow power, getting water and then more water, and so on, well past midnight. I came upstairs at 1:00 am just as Max was settling into his nighttime routine. I turned off the hallway light and entered my room to find every single one (of a possible 4) lights on, and this in my bed:




Kids are easy to love when they're sleeping.