As sleep washes over him, he repeats the movement over and over. I watch as his fingers move slowly, searching for the space between the loops. When I check, a bit later, to see if he needs covered up, I nearly always find the same scene. Pale little legs splayed apart and uncovered, head tipped back and mouth open (softly snoring) and at least one little finger poked through the blanket…security and comfort achieved.
This week’s Wednesday is Wordful, rather than Wordless…which, the more that I think about it, kind of just makes this a regular old post. Ha. *slaps forehead*
Regardless, people are playing along over here at Seven Clown Circus…feel free to join the fun!