Every night, I multi-task by saying my prayers in the family room while my rice bag (thank you Monika - I am still using the one you gave me forever ago) heats up in the microwave. Last night, I was all alone (meaning my husband was gone and the kids were in bed) and it was later than usual (maybe 11:30).
So, I am praying (cue the scary music), and feel this little rush of cold air by my feet. Hmm, that is strange, I thought. Then, I was just sure someone was in the room, but good grief - I am praying, so maybe that is a good thing (or maybe not, depending on my behavior the last 24 hours). I talked myself out of someone else being in the room with me, and tried to focus on praying. I dutifully kept my eyes closed (maybe out of fear) the entire time.
Well, when I woke up, I mean opened my eyes, there was a slight movement behind me.Pause: is your stomach churning?
Aggghhghgh, there was my son!! He was right behind me and had somehow silently waited there without making an audible sound (that could never, ever happen during the day). I freaked out and hugged him so tight, I think he thought I was trying to crush his bones.
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