It was still dark when I woke up yesterday morning. But I knew one thing...Quinn was sleeping on my back. And I quickly learned a second thing...my pillow was on the nightstand...along with my head. I had been sleeping half on the nightstand.
I ever so carefully began the process of shifting Quinn to the middle of the bed. I didn't want to wake him up. I also didn't want to wake up Chris. Or Ike. Mainly because if Ike woke up he would inevitably wake up Chris or Quinn.
I gingerly lifted my son and slid him over. I moved my pillow back onto the bed.
And then Quinn rolled over and snuggled into a spooning position with Chris. And then I heard his tiny, tired, whispered voice from the other side of the bed...
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
I laid there, waiting for my son to roll over to acknowledge me. To tell me that he loves me. You know, me, the one that he slept on all night. The one that he forced onto the nightstand.
No I love you's for me. Just a few kidney kicks to round out my slumber.
Such is the life of a mother.