Category: Thoughts

The oth­er night, Ariel and I were watch­ing Riv­er sleep. It was pret­ty enter­tain­ing, because he tends to dream often, and his face gets very ani­mat­ed with the emo­tions of the dreams. This par­tic­u­lar dream was hav­ing him go from laugh­ing to cry­ing. “Oh, he’s hav­ing a night­mare,” Ari said, stroking his head to calm… Con­tin­ue read­ing Expe­ri­ence-col­ored glasses