Sunday, February 1, 2009


At about 6:20 this morning, Charlie called me, which is something he does pretty much every single morning.


His eyes were closed, as they usually are at that time. He was all scrunched up with his hands under him, no blankets, as usual. I covered him with both blankets, and he snuggled down, asleep. And then he laughed.

And laughed and laughed and laughed.

There is nothing so beautiful in the world as my boy laughing in his sleep.


  1. That's lovely. Maybe it's payback for being woken from your sleep.

  2. Sometimes your blogs nearly make me weep -- and I can't really express it appropriately in a comment.