i am here, snuggling the world's cutest three yer old, typing one-handed, re-living my days of nursing this same child (but in infant form) and typing one-handedly taking those crazy/stupid facebook quizzes (like the one that told me i was captain kirk type nerd?).
(sshhhh! don't laugh too loud. she's asleep now.)
the snuggling is a result of "scawy dweams". she doesn't get past that, or the crying. we are on night two (or is it three? wow i am tired.) of this adventure. all i really can do is snuggle and reassure, and pray.
apparently it is effective.
first thing this morning (like 7:30 this morning, which totally caught me off guard, by the way, mostly because i thought for sure she'd want to sleep in..) she woke me up, told me again about having a scary dream, to which i rather sleepily/grouchily responded, "i know. that's why i am here, in your bed." but she also added that being scared is silly because Heavenly Father protects us.
things always look better in the light of a new day, don't they?