I woke up to the little footsteps coming down the hall, in the middle of the night. I just laid there silently until I could tell which angel it was. "I'm scared...." It's my boy, it usually is. He climbs into our bed and snuggles in between us.
It's raining which is my favorite way to sleep. Hypnotic and rhythmic. Drowns out stress and thoughts. Deep sleep...
Hubby quickly rolls out of bed, having not enough room, to go take the boy's empty spot in his bed. Before he goes I hear him whisper, "take care of your mom pal, she is afraid of thunderstorms". Then I feel a sweet, angelic, protective arm hug tightly around my back. A few minutes pass, he moves his arm to roll over and get cozy. Just when he does, a big thunder claps and instantly he put his arm back around me. I smile. I'm in love. And I am so damn lucky.
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