Avi woke up around 2:00 this morning...again. He sometimes has trouble sleeping. I was already awake and reading having sleeping problems of my own. Normally when he wakes up so early I'm trying every strategy I can think of to get him, and me, back to sleep. This morning though I was in no hurry to get back to bed. He just cuddled up between me and my book and relaxed. Finally I could see he was getting tired again so I put the book down and turned off the light. I spent the next half hour or so watching him slowly drift off to sleep.
It reminded me of when I was younger. My family had a big white van. That van was the scene of many family famous stories. There were trips to grandma's where the Christmas tree would be hidden behind a mountain of gifts and the return trip would include bags and bags of new toys, books, clothes and other Christmas spoils. There was the summer trip to California. And who could forget the last van story, Great Van Fire of 1990. But my favorite of all the van stories was my scam. Sometimes when we would be out at night I would pretend to fall asleep. Then my dad would come, pick me up and take me to my bed. I loved being carried to my bed. This morning I got to be on the other side. I got to pick up a little boy (who wasn't pretending) and carry him to his bed. I loved it just as much as I loved being carried.
I just hope Avi doesn't tell Itai about it or I'll never get any sleep again!