midnight encounter

All the lights are on.

And he still uses his flashlight to walk right past me on the couch where I’m up late working.

I get up to watch him thump-thump the rest of the of the way down the stairs half asleep in his striped underpants.

“Where’s Mommy?” he wants to know as he climbs in bed with Squirrel and starts snoring.

Life is good.