Bedtime

He fell asleep slightly later than usual, but not two naps worth as I'd feared.

I tried meditating as we all lay in the dark, but the out breath kept slipping the buttonholes of my attention. Fuss must have lost track of me, he half sat up and asked "Where's dada go?"

I patted him and answered "I'm right here, Fuss, dada's right here."

"There you are," he sighed in his high, tiny voice, rolling toward me, settling into his nest of soft blankies and closing his eyes.