The other night he crawled into bed.
He doesn't have to search far under grandma's quilt to find me
for it's really a fairly small bed being that there are three of us sharing it.
(counting the dog at the foot)

His entrance usually pulls me from the slumber I've been lucky to find,
some times fully awakening me,
other times just prompting me to roll over.

His cold body saddles up to the warmth I've created. I say nothing
and each time the spooning begins a tiny bit of my heart smiles.

Last night he let out the slightest giggle. It caught me by surprise.
Had he actually laughed in the dark.... to himself?