While Dawn trades the same from time to time, if you take a picture of me at night, between 10 and 11pm, it’ll look like me going into my son’s room, picking him up while he grabs for his blanket in protest, him stretching up or out and cradling into me like I’m a substitute bed, and me carrying him to the bathroom where he’ll “go”.

It’s amazing how many times I’ve done this simple series of quiet movements, under dimmed lights, so as to both not completely disturb the boy from sleep and to keep us from having a wet, sticky mess by morning’s hello.  It’s amazing that movements like these say so much about our little family, and all the families that do something like them.