Beautiful boy...

Almost three years later and he still chooses to curl up next to Joel when he sleeps in our bed. Most nights he walks in, dragging his two blankets and a big quilt and stands at Joel's side with his little hand on Joel's arm until he wakes up and pulls him into bed . I still love the sight of them curled up next to each other. I remember when when people would hear that we co-slept with Sam and Amelia and they would tell us "horror" stories about 5 year olds still wanting to sleep with their parents. We would both look at each other thinking, "Is that really all that horrid?!"

Joel finished reading the book "Beautiful Boy" a few weeks ago and now I am about to finish it as well. He would try to read me excerpts of it, but his chin would start to tremble and his eyes fill up with tears and he would hardly be able to get through it. You see, it's a fathers heartbreaking tale of having a son addicted to meth. And as I was reading it last night, Sammy stumbled in weeping and feverish and climbed up into bed beside Joel. I put the book down, grabbed a cold wash cloth to put on his head, and then took a picture. To capture this moment with our beautiful boy. To remember how thankful I am to have such a tender husband. To acknowledge that this almost three year old will grow up before we know it, and we will long for the days when he stood quietly beside our bed waiting to be pulled into the safe arms of his daddy.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I will go get some hot tea and cry for a while, Jen