I was sleeping fitfully, throat burning and head aching... when I felt someone hugging my legs. I opened my eyes... it was Dylan. He looked at me and smiled so sweetly, so trustingly. I just knew he had an 'accident' and was waiting for me to make things all better. And so at 2 am in the morning, I got up and bustled about while telling him to TELL me... don't just look at me and use his big expressive eyes. Yes I will normally know what he wants (moms' telepathy?) but when I'm sick, telepathy not so effective.
That made me wonder how such a 'little' creature can change my life so much. My priorities are all listed out beginning with DYLAN. Defere comes a close second ... and jostles for first place sometimes. And I REALLY know for the first time how mothers can kill for their children or be killed. Scary? Not at all.
So after Dylan's all comfortable and as sweet-smelling as his breath, he lies down on his pillow, tucks his little hand into mine and goes to sleep. But of course now I'm awake, first thing I do is get a mug of java. Now I can't sleep. So I go on the net.