Being grateful for a bit of insomnia

There is illness in our house.

Fever, sore throat, headache, muscle aches. Bill has had it, Mia, and now Cory. I am exhausted.

Bill has been sleeping in Mia’s room because he is so miserable. His stroke symptoms come back with glee when he is ill, so he feels double rotten.

Last night I awoke at midnight and could not go back to sleep. After an hour, I gave up and turned the bedside lamp on and started reading.

Around that time, Quinn crept into the room and crawled into bed. I asked him what was wrong and he said “Nothing”

“Are you scared?”

“No”

“Do your legs hurt?”

“No”

“Well, why did you come in?”

Sitting up in bed, smiling, he replied “Because I love you”.

Sometimes, I just have to wonder how I got so damn lucky.