The early part of last evening was a rough one for Goose.  She has just started to develop a cold, and was at that stage where everytime she tried to breath through her nose she found she couldn’t, freaked out and woke up crying.  The evening was long, and as Willy and I headed to bed, she woke again.  We settled her, but she stayed in a semi-awake stage and half played, half freaked out with the nose breathing thing.

It is our usual habit to read in bed before we go to sleep, but with Goosie in a fragile state, we decided to shut the lights out early. This was in part because we figured that we were in for a long night, but also because we knew that the lights would alert her to the fact that we were still up, and that we would answer to her demands. We can’t have her believing that we are here to answer to her every beck and call!

So we lay in the dark, not yet ready to sleep.  We listened to our lil girl as she shuffled and snuffled, sang, talked with, and played with her baby.  We listened to the lil boy as he murmured in his sleep. We listened to the cat as she ran around the house in her crazy post-bed escapades.  We listened to each other, as we talked about the day that was, the week that is coming, the lils and all they do to brighten our lives, and we listened to what each other was saying. More and more I find that our messages to each other get lost in the noise of our house, left half said or even unsaid, or misinterpreted because we get interrupted or distracted. It was nice to have these moments to whisper in the dark, just the two of us.