mangrel8

k is asleep in our bed. he’s getting so big. long. i remember when he took up no more space than a pillow. the size of a pillow that is until he started clocking around until we inhabited the thin periphery of the edges of the bed. he still clocks, but now it is an all out struggle for survival as he uses his legs to full advantage. he’s a strong one, and i must really latch on lest i be dispatched over the ledge to the floor below. but he also wakes up and looks at me and says pop i love you and turns back to his slumber. i’ll gladly take any mid-night pummeling to hear those words. he makes me happy and able to endure.