Today our five year old called me one of his favorite people

Ok I might have started it by calling him one of my favorite people

And then of course I had to keep it going by asking him why I am one of his favorite people…

(This is hobby security)

His answer (as I was cradling him in my arms and gazing into his beautiful blue eyes) was;

‘Because you have a nice big warm cozy bed that I can sleep in’

To which I smooched his cheek and set him back on his feet and said

’I don’t think so...’

We are terrible co-sleepers

He sleeps sideways and upside down and puts his legs on top of the quilt and wakes up every 15 minutes to ask for a drink of my water

And his feet are almost always filthy

He drools and sweats and kicks and clobbers me

(I don’t think it is on purpose)

I don’t exactly look forward to it

And yet

When a few nights have gone by that he hasn’t come sneaking in from the bottom of the bed to squish between us

I get a twinge of sadness

And an urge to write about these days and draw them in little stick people comic stories

So I can remember

What do kids love hearing more then stories about themselves when they were little?