Dear Diane,

You know how Matt cracks the door every night when he comes home, sticks his head into our bedroom and says, “Goodnight.” And some mushy stuff better left off the blog. And how you always engage him in conversation no matter how tired you are or how late it is?

I know, I’m usually asleep but I often hear you, and I figured some of your protective mothering instincts left on our sheets would leech my way. Guess what? They haven’t.

Saturday morning:

“Dad, I said goodnight last night and all I heard was snoring.”

“I don’t know that I heard you come in.”

“I said it three times; the last time I yelled.”

“What can I say? They call it sleep for a reason. If it makes you feel better, when I got up at three to feed the fire I noticed your sneakers next to the door.”

Sunday morning:

“Did you come home last night?”

“Dad, I yelled louder than last night.”

“And?”

Matt slips into full snoring mode.

“I confess, I didn’t hear a thing, and this time I didn’t even check to see if your shoes were by the door. When does mom come home?”

Btw, Matt got into Radford.

love

michael