I wish I could sleep in your bed

After napping through the last session of general conference, the boys had a hard time going to sleep last night. Every now and then we would hear Zeke burst into one more round of Happy Birthday to Grandma Walba, Zane bouncing around on the top bunk, and Dillon talking to anyone that would listen. After a little while it was all quiet. Zeke had sung himself to sleep, Zane had stopped bouncing and I thought Dillon had talked himself to sleep. Suddenly there was this little voice in our bedroom. "Mommy, my tummy hurts." It was Susie. "Well go to bed and it will feel better." "I did got to bed and it still hurts." "Well, stand on your head and it will feel better." "I did but it still hurts." "Well, what do you want?" I hear this deep sigh, "Well," another deep sigh, "I wish I could sleep in your bed." Now, if it were just me I would have let him come to bed with me. After all, you don't get much sweeter than that. Unfortunately for him, Michael was there and told him he couldn't sleep in our bed. I told him I loved him and that I would see him in the morning (he's still been kind of clingy since his surgery and he needs reassurance often that we are still "best buddies"). Then I hear another deep sigh, an "I love you too" and little footsteps running down the hall. I must say, I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Children can be very difficult, but little moments like that make it all worth it. I even woke up feeling happier than I had in a long time.