Saturday, June 11, 2011


Logan is afraid of thunder. The second he hears the booming, he makes a beeline straight for my lap as he says, "HOLD ME, MAMA!" The other night there was a huge thunderstorm. It was about an hour before bedtime (7:30), but I put Logan in bed with me and turned on the air conditioner, in hopes of drowning out some of the sound. We snuggled in bed reading a load of books, and being silly. Only once the thunderstorm abated, did Logan finally fall asleep, grasping his Mickey Mouse tightly with his forehead pressed against mine. It was a simple moment, but it is those moments that make everything worth it.


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