So this morning Kaleb awoke unusually early and came running into my room and said "Mommy! You're alive!"
umm yeah, and you just woke me from a deep sleep.
So John was up and got the full story.
Apparently, Kaleb was having a dream, in which Kaleb and I were on a plane and it crashed and caught on fire!
Well that's not the worst of it.
So when he ran into my room this morning exclaiming "Mommy! You're alive!" It must have been a huge relief to him. After that he wanted to climb in bed with me and cuddle.
Poor kid, what an awful dream to have. I really hope they get better.