So, I went back downstairs and Randal was just getting into bed - he is the epitome of a night owl, but that is another post for another dazed-wish-I-was-sleeping-4-o-clock-in-the-morning time. So, I talked to him for a few minutes about some interesting things I found about drug abuse. And we wondered at all the craziness of the world around us. It was deep. OK, it wasn't, but aren't those few minutes when you get to talk to your sweetie at the end of the day wonderful?
Then, because I told Israel he could sleep in our bed tonight, I rolled over and cuddled up to my own personal teddy bear/space heater. But I didn't fall asleep. And then I still didn't fall asleep. And then Israel began laughing in his sleep. And then I laughed. And then he laughed harder. And then Randal asked what was going on. So I told him and he laughed too. And then it got quiet again and I still didn't fall asleep. So I began writing this post out in my head. That was when I knew I should just get up and document it. Specifically how cute, wonderful, and endearing all my boys are. 'Cause I have no idea if I will remember any of this come sunrise, and real morning.