Last night, way after bedtime, I noticed the light in Christopher’s room was on, so I tiptoed upstairs to turn it off. Thinking he was fast asleep, I opened the door as quietly as humanly possible. Instead of seeing a sweet dreaming boy, I saw two big brown eyes looking at me from under the covers.
“Oh, hi Chris, you’re still awake?”
He sighed softly and took a sip of his water. “Yes Mama, and I’m so happy I’m up.”
“Oh yeah? Why?”
“Because I got to see your beautiful face.”
Oh, that boy…