Last night, my Bear came downstairs unable to sleep but moving drowsily. He curled his little body on the couch next to me and leaned into me, half-standing, half-laying while I wrapped my arm around him. I don’t know how long he was there with his head in my lap, but I remember thinking, “I wonder which of us will move first.” Because neither of us wanted to. We just needed to be sure of each other.
“I love you, Bear.” I whispered, stroking his hair.
He murmured back, “I love you, too… so much.”
