No, it wasn't a bouquet of dandelions or a crayon drawing or a beautiful necklace - it was far, far more lovely. An uninterrupted night of sleep. Last night, Sam didn't wake me up at all. I had stayed up pretty late reading, and fully expected at least one or two mid-night "requests". So when I woke up around 7am or so, I was surprised, happy, and well rested.
And then I thought, "Is he still breathing?" So I listened for a few seconds and, sure enough, he was still breathing... Often Sam will ask for help moving around or a drink of water a few times overnight - the previous two nights, though, he had four "requests" each night. Not the most restful nights either of us has ever had, to say the least... Which makes last night's peace all the more special and appreciated.
Thanks, Sam. Thanks for the beautiful, wonderful gift. It was exactly what I wanted - how did you know?
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