The holiday music plays on my laptop as I sit here. YaYa is curled up beside me, trying to forget the bit of sadness that invaded the night. It’s hard seeing him fall into pools of sadness but I am glad that I can provide him with the life preserver that allows him to escape it — when he is ready.
It’ll be interesting to see who falls asleep first. I’m tired. My new job demands of my mind. It’s good but exhausting nonetheless. And with my marathon and a big business meeting just around the corner, you can imagine my state of mind.
I try to pack for the two events, which are so different from each other, as well as packing YaYa’s things for his weekend of adventures. It’s sort of pointless. So, instead, we crawl into bed and hum along to Silent Night until…we can no longer keep our eyes open.
YaYa is already there and I’m not far behind.
That is so sweet that you still have your little boy. What a treasure.
that is the sweetest post ever. sweet dreams!
Good luck with your marathon this weekend, Julie. I’ll be in Sacramento to support my running partner–she also wants to run 4 hours. Stay positive–don’t let the bastards grind you down. :-)