I woke up to the sound of steady rain this morning, and the feel of Ben's arms wrapped around my head. He had a nightmare last night, and couldn't be calmed, so he slept with us from about 1:30am. The rain fell all day...not hard, but as if it had always been raining and would always be raining.
Ben and I watched Star Wars (IV...the one I think of as #1) with the lights off..."like in a movie Daddy". When we got to the part when Luke discovers that Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru have been killed by Darth Vader's minions, he very seriously asked me a couple of questions:
- are those people dead?
- does Luke feel sad?
- was it his fault?
3 comments:
Are you a single parent? You sure are a terrific Dad! That is one lucky little boy you have there...if there isn't a Mom... I would love to volunteer for the job!
I was deeply touched by the raw emotion shown in this blog. I, do, however think for the benefit of anonymous today, you had better introduce Ben's Mom!!!
Gran
oooh, I know the love you felt for your son was with your heart and soul, not with your brain. It was a beautiful sentiment. Never apologize for expressing such love. Not sappy at all.
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