My husband and I lay in the dark. Whispering about our life together, the ups, the downs and how we came to be each other. It was late, and we were staying up later, letting the hours of needed rest fall away into the darkness. We lay just talking. Smiling at our past.
Our son, who sleeps at the foot of our bed, cried out. It was dark, pitch black and he felt alone in his sleep. He reached out with all he had, his cry.
My husband and I joined hands. And sang out to him. It was a simple song, but true. You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.
He settled. Lulled into comfort by our voices joined in unison. He slept happy. And so did we. In the darkness of the room, we all found each other.