Jay at night

Last night I tiptoed into Jay’s room long after he’d gone to bed.  He was lying on his belly, his head on his pillow.  The floorboards creaked beneath me and Jay stirred.  Eyes closed, he reached out a hand and felt along the top of his crib until he found his gray stuffed bunny rabbit.  He grabbed hold of it, pulled it down to his chest, and lay still again.

It happens often.  The smallness of Jay’s world and his devotion to it breaks my heart.

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