There was this time when our really, really kind friends* offered to let us stay in their lovely, large, comfortable home while they were on a vacation. We felt a little bad accepting their offer, but when I say lovely, large and comfortable, you have to understand that after 3-4 weeks of straight camping, those 3 words carry deep meaning.
So we said yes.
On the 5 hour drive from the mountains where we had camped to their house, Tyler and I just kept thinking, "A big ol' house! Space from the kids! A bedroom of our own! Room to roam and do as we please without somebody in our space!" Such cheery and liberating thoughts.
We arrived and the house was as advertised. Well decorated, comfortable feeling, large, spacious, beautiful. So welcoming. We all spread out and did our thing for the next few hours. Then we got ready for bed. I reveled in the thought of sleeping far, far away from the kids. The house was three stories-- Tyler and I could sleep in the basement and the kids could sleep on the top floor.
But, when it came to lights out time, we all started feeling a little lonely. I started to read the expression on Tyler's face. I voiced his thoughts, and said aloud to the kids, "Do you guys really want to sleep in the bunkbeds upstairs, or would you rather be closer to us?" Bunkbeds are the kids fantasy sleeping arrangement. A major luxury.
Which was why I was surprised when they both burted out, "We want to sleep near YOU!"
So we all curled up in our sleeping bags on the living room floor, and fell fast asleep. The house was large and comfortable. And we, we were close and happy.
*these kind friends are pictured below. Calgary, Alberta.
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