I Hear the Secrets That You Keep

Owen was talking in his sleep this morning. It was cold, and though I had covered him up twice he continued kicking his quilt off and then would be just uncomfortable enough to talk and whine in his sleep but not actually wake up. When I went in at 5:45 to cover him again he was counting in his sleep. I put the quilt over him and heard…”seventeen, eighteen” and that was all. He was quiet until he fully woke up a little later. This was a bright spot in an otherwise emotionally cloudy morning. I won’t go into it as the sun is shining now and I’m beginning to see how I can rejoice and be glad in my Monday.