His Dreams

I’m at the point where it hurts to both lift Joe, and also sit with him, and also bend down to his level, so he’s at the point where he’s kind of given up on me, but thankfully on vacay we all sleep in the same room, and we get to hear his dreams. The most common is a hot fresh 2 AM NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I Wanna go THAT way! But last night it was also I WANNA GO WITH MAMA! So I at least know that some part of his brain, a warm and sleeping and primal part, knows that he can still come with me, even if I can’t carry him the whole way there.

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