After our experience at Night Glow, we didn't really have any intentions of visiting the lift-offs scheduled for the next two mornings. Luke, however, was experiencing insomnia very early on Sunday morning (and, by extension, were his parents). Russ had taken the second shift, beginning sometime around 4:30 AM.
Apparently, after a 'slumber party' on Luke's floor and bowls of cereal in the breakfast nook, the two 'boys' took off for a hot air balloon chase. I happened upon these pictures while searching the memory card for other photos. Looks like they had a fabulous time!
Speaking of insomnia, Levi woke me up the other night. He often talks in his sleep (not enough time in the day to meet his word quota), and on this particular night he told me, 'Someone turned out the lights.' I thought that was a rather funny statement at 3:30 AM, but quite fortuitous considering the fact that I was then reminded of the total lunar eclipse occurring at that very moment. I stumbled out to the front yard and spent a few solitary moments gazing at the darkened moon. Thank you, Levi.
Now, I am a person who craves sleep. A lot of sleep. Somehow I gave birth to three boys who didn't receive that memo. But how is it that Levi and Luke are both at their sweetest, softest, dearest disposition in the middle of the night? Luke can be awake for hours, snuggled up against me in bed...holding my hand.
Levi called to me a few nights ago. I drag myself next door to his room where he sleeps on the top bunk above Luke. I let him know that I am there, and he says, 'Mom, will you comfort me?' Not sure if I understand what he is asking for, I rub his leg and say, 'Like this?' His reply...'Yes. Thank you,' in a sweet, soft voice. And that was it. Those are the moments that make life worth living.
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