Don't Be Alarmed...

...if, as you are getting ready for bed, you see the dirty clothes pile in your bedroom closet gently rise and fall...and as your curiosity leads you to move closer to the moving, dirty, clothing, you hear loud breathing and notice Brian's quilt on top of, said dirty clothes pile, and as you pull back the quilt you see Brian (who has had several nightmares, as of late) sleeping soundly atop your dirty laundry. (Was that a run-on sentence? Never mind, don't tell me, I'd rather not know.)

...and don't be surprised that you feel an incredible amount of love for your little man and a strange sense of relief that he was able to find comfort and safety among clothing that is in deep need of stain stick application.
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I'm not sure what moved me to actually post about discovering Brian sleeping in my closet. It was just one of those moments where I felt a deep and abiding love for one of my kids, ya know?
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Oh, and uh...Brian probably doesn't want anyone to know that he still sucks his thumb when he sleeps...so let's keep just keep that little tidbit of information to ourselves, shall we?
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