Nightmares

When I think of the word nightmare it makes me think back to a time when my son was three years old.  He went through a few months of having bad dreams and he would wake up in the middle of the night and come into our room.  I would wakebad dreams up to the sound of running and then the sight of arms raised up.  I just happily plop him up in the bed right in the middle of Mike and I for the rest of the night.  I loved when he was little and needed me like that.

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