Sweet, Soft, and Oh So Special

We spent the night at Grandmother's last night. I try to put Turner to bed around 9 Glasgow time (8 on his clock). We are in bed about an hour, and he is still awake; I've been asleep twice, I think.

The first time he wakes me up, he puts his hand on my cheek and blows a little sweet air in my face (PK: Don't worry I brushed his teeth before bedtime so the breath really was sweet). The softness of his hand on my cheek doesn't wake me but the second gust of breath does. I thought the first was just a dream I suppose. As soon as I open my eyes, Turner's teeth show through his lips and he says, "I'm sleeping Mommy. Are you?"

The second time Turner is thrashing back and forth in the bed trying to get comfortable. He has probably drifted off to sleep and been brought back to the night somehow. He grunts. I pull my arm around him tighter and he flops over to face me again.
"Where's La La Bear?"
"At Cici's. I'll get shim tomorrow."
"But D should being it." Hmmm. I don't respond. He settles, but his eyes are still open. He puts his hand on my face. "I love you Mommy."
"I love you too Turner. You are so special. Let's close our eyes and go night night."
"Where's grandmudder?"
"She is sleeping I think."
"Oh." pause. "Is she watching my train?"
"I'm sure of it." He smiles. He closes his eyes and within a few moments his breath evens and I hear the familiar wheeze of Turner trying to breath while on his back. I roll him over so he can breath better and I snuggle in for a long winter's nap.

We wake up and it is about ten degrees outside. It is warm and toasty in Grandmother's bed, but it looks cold outside. Turner stirs in the bed for a few minutes before he sits up. He puts his hand on my face and asks me to wake up. I open my eyes and close them again slowly, wondering what time of morning it is. Turner puts his head on the pillow I am using and presses his nose to the tip of mine. "Good morning Mommy."
"Good morning Turner."
"Will you wake up now?"
I open my eyes. "I'm awake now."
"No, wake up."
"OK." We are quiet for a minute as I smell his morning breath and watch his lashes open and close.
"What did you dream 'bout Mommy?"
"I dreamt of home. You?"
"I dreamed about you."
"Really? What was I doing?"
"I don't know." He waits for a minute or more and kisses my nose. I kiss his nose.
"I love you Turner."
"I love you too Grandmudder Mommy." As though he all of a sudden remembers something he pops off the pillow, hops off the bed, and starts yelling "Grandmudder!" until she responds to him from her room. Thankfully she was already awake.