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Just the Thing

Thing2 was feeling a little forlorn last night as he realized the end of school is near. Don’t  get the wrong idea.  He’s not into homework or anything, he’s just a textbook extrovert.

He’s also been a little under the weather this week, so when I went in to kiss him goodnight, I decided lie down with him for a snuggle.

Eight is not six, and bedtime snuggles are rare these days.  It is not the drama it was a few years ago, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.  He sobbed a little as he worried about missing friends or who might move away over the summer, and I held him until he fell asleep.

Eight is not six, but it still seems small.  I tell myself that anyway because this is moving way too fast.

As he nodded off, he mumbled that he was sorry for keeping me.  He was asleep before I could tell him he wasn’t keeping me.  I was trying to keep this moment for as long as possible.

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