slumber party-induced nap

Drinking cold water from a green hose after riding bikes. Mixing a new pitcher of Kool Aid and freezing it into those little plastic popsicle forms. Getting a card in the mail from my gram. Making daisy chain necklaces and crowns during recess. Getting to stand first in line for hot lunch. The quiet warm of the backseat on the way home from dinner at a friend's house and I tired from playing.

Even at forty, I still feel those sensations with vividness.

So, today, when Z hunkered down for a Sunday afternoon, slumber party-induced nap on the sofa, I knew exactly how good he was feeling. Being asleep enough but awake enough to hear the goings on of the house, but not needing to participate. There's a comfort in that, security. The low voices of Mom and Dad talking. The weight to the blanket. The warm of it too.

That's the best.