11:45 PM. My head was beginning to feel the fatigue-ache from the long, sleepless week. The weight of fatigue was drowning.
I was just packing up items on the deck to head inside to bed when my son stepped outside.
“What’s up, Kiddo?”
“I just wanted to come out to sit with you. Netflix?”
When a toddler wants to hold your hand, you grab it. When a teenager wants to spend time with you, do not move.
After a while, it will be slumber times.