A lovely musing on inadvertent cosleeping (for lack of a better phrase–what else to call it? when the kids end up in your bed?)
I was just thinking about this the other day–about how we don’t usually know that something is happening for the Last Time. And also about sleep, how it’s sort of completely crazy that we often wake up all four in one bed, but also sweet in its way, and I know that it’s finite. I know that I’m likely to miss this phase when it ends.
This “real live preacher” guy seems pretty cool, too.





