Fuzzy Heads, Cold Toes, and Why I’m Moving Into a Bunker

By |2016-11-17T06:29:51+00:00November 17th, 2016|Uncategorized|4 Comments

My sweet Christian is an unfortunately early, early bird—generally coming in our room about 5:45 in morning to ask if it’s time to get up—but today was like a weekend; he didn’t wander in until 6:15 or so. Still his fuzzy-headedness was irresistible, and I invited he and his Spider Man blanket and his ice-cold toes to join me in the bed. Christian,” I asked, “Do you know how much [...]