…at 6:07 am in a hotel lobby, blogging. Random. Ironic. Waiting for hot water for tea. I never have trouble sleeping in the morning… unless I’m worried about not being woken by an alarm…
Also random… the first thing I did this morning was drop my tube of conditioner into the toilet. I’m just thankful that my roommates are faithful flushers.
As I was lying in bed (not sleeping) at 5:30 I was remembering a conversation I had with Avery the other night. When she and I walk together after dark, we have interesting conversations about our “statues.” Does that confuse you as much as it confused me? We talk about how my “statue” is longer than her “statue” … and as we walk farther and farther away from the light, our “statues” get longer and longer….
The other night our shadow talk segued into growing up talk. Avery said, “When I’m a mommy, then you’ll be a kid …. and you can play with my kids … and be their Grammy …. and rock them to sleep … and Daddy can rock them to sleep … and Judah can rock them to sleep and Wesley can rock them to sleep and Malin can rock them to sleep….”
I suggested, “And what about your husband? Don’t you think your husband will rock them to sleep too?
“Yeah… but… I don’t know who my husband will be! When Judah grows up… maybe he’ll be my husband. Because I LOVE Judah!!!”
(That’s right, baby. Keep on thinking your brothers are the best boys in the world for a few more years.)