Jumpy

Last week Buster was having trouble sleeping. Sometimes the world is a very overwhelming place in the dark of night.

He came creeping into our room around 3 a.m. and snuggled in so we could talk through whatever he wanted to talk about until he could find a place of equilibrium to be able to rest.

After some time, I drifted off to sleep, and he crept away.

I heard him creep away, and I wasn’t sure he was truly feeling better, so I crept after him.

I knocked quietly on his bedroom door.

No answer.

I knocked quietly again.

Still no answer, but I heard him get out of bed and walk to the door, so I reached forward to turn the knob as he simultaneously reached forward to turn the knob.

He was so shocked to see me standing there, he literally jumped up and backward, crouching like a ninja protecting his vital organs.

We both laughed, initially with that shocked giggle that comes with a startle, then with full on belly laughter that had us both crying. Monkey wandered out of her room to check on us and got to enjoy the laughter with us, too.

After we could breath again, Buster and I settled in his room for another hour of conversation that makes me so grateful for the relaxed lifestyle we have that allows for deep connection and time together when the need arises, not when the clock dictates.

Laughter and love. I’ll take that anytime.