This week it is Bright's turn, apparently. He has been having respiratory issues lately. When he gets a cold, it goes right to his chest and affects his breathing, giving him a relentless cough which keeps him up at night. Daniel's absence this week is a bit convenient, actually, as Bright fits right in bed with me where I can listen to his breathing. Two nights ago, when he was at his worst and there was not going to be a wink of rest between us, we just said forget it and I popped popcorn and we propped the portable DVD player on the comforter and we watched The Sound of Music in bed together. It was a lovely memory with my son which you won't catch me ever forgetting.
The next morning, I took these two pictures. My brother, Jack, gave the teddy bear to me as a present when I was a girl, and now he belongs to Bright and goes by the name of Tree Trunk. Tree Trunk has been bunking up with me these past few nights as well. I guess he and Bright are a package deal. It makes me think of my little brother and I like every bit of it.
