Then I go in the Max‘s room and I try not to make any sound at all because he is so easily moved in his sleep. If he hears anything he will sit up and tell me something. It’s as if he’s awake, but the things he says are comical and usually nonsensical. for example tonight when I went in he opened his eyes straight away looked at me and said it’s up it’s up as he sits up and acts like he’s getting out of bed. I kiss him on the head and tell him good night sweet boy. I suggest that he lay down and go to sleep. I tell him I love him and to lay down again and he lays back down. I walk out of the room and say good night.
I laugh on my way to Clair‘s room. I open the door and I hear her snoring. On the side of her head and tell her good night. She’s sort of sighs as I kiss her, and stays asleep happily. And then I crawl into my bed, usually quite exhausted. Right now, thanks to all the time I’ve had off work, I’m not exhausted and I’m able to just reflect on the gift of being able to kiss my kids good night each night. They are so peaceful when they’re sleeping.
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