Night moves

The weekend was a blast; lots of friends and family gathered to help mark my 50th; a milestone that will be forever etched in my memory, due to our family circumstance. Tamara pulled together a wonderful impromptu party with the help of many. I couldn’t have had a nicer day, considering our circumstance.

Gilly rose to the occasion; I believe he knew it was my special day. He was more wakeful all weekend long, especially in the middle of the night! I felt guilty for simply checking on him and going back to sleep, knowing he was awake and I suppose alert, although it’s difficult to be certain since he doesn’t express himself much at all. I have to try to remain on a somewhat normal schedule, so I do not want to start serving meals and chatting away ‘at’ Gilly in the middle of the night, but I sense that he may feel lonely when all is so quiet and dark in the house. Tamara slept over last night and felt exactly the same way as I. We instinctively checked on him at alternating hours, never bumping into one another. He was never alone for long.

He’s making up for missed sleep right now. It’s 6:30 and he’s already tucked in for the night. His son is on night duty and I’m off to a movie with Randee. It’s been days since I’ve been out of the house.