Oh how I loved sleepovers.
Coen is having a sleepover tonight. It is 9:57 p.m. and Tad is taking the boys outside to play in the dark because when they were getting ready for bed, they were climbing all over each other, wild with energy.
I, for one, can't wait until they go to sleep. I want to go to sleep!
But watching them go outside, with flashlights, Mason saying on the way out, "Can we tell scary stories?" makes me fondly remember when I was young and got to go out in the dark after bedtime. Specifically I remember the feel of grass on my bare legs, wearing one of my mom's big t-shirts for pajamas. And the feeling of really being in on something, getting to stay up late and be outdoors.
And those sleepovers, how hard we would try to stay up all night. Once my mom came downstairs at 4:00 in the morning and demanded that we go to sleep. "She's turning us into owls!" I said and my friend and me rolled around in our sleeping bags, helpless with laughter.
And I know it'll be something new entirely when Lucy is old enough and our house is full of slumber party girls instead of boys.
But for now, I'm going to talk to Tad, and look forward to coffee in the morning...one extra kid in the house.
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