Thing Two was antsy. He loves Halloween and could not fall asleep last night. I simply went into his room to lay down with him in his bed. We talked about nothing much in particular, and when he closed his eyes, I would tickle him a couple of times.
Then he was asleep.
It took him twelve minutes to fall asleep. If I think of those twelve precious minutes, were there others in the day more special to me?
Twelve minutes turns into twelve days, which turns into twelve weeks, which becomes twelve months and then twelve years. One day, I will be looking in his room at the very spot he used to sleep in, and he will be away, living his own life worth living.
I will look upon that empty room and cry.
For twelve minutes.