It's the middle of the night, maybe 1 am, and I am having trouble going back to sleep, which is a not uncommon occurrence. Suddenly Klara sits up in bed. All I see in the darkness is the faint silhouette of her head framed by the dim light from the streetlamps outside our house. Her bed is barely 2 feet from the grown-ups bed. (Let's just say that our house is a work in progress and since moving in three years ago we still all sleep in the same room - and leave it at that...) I am not sure if she's awake or just repositioning herself. At lightning speed, a thought crosses my mind: 'Oh no, what if she's up too and can't sleep?!' I feel somewhat inconvenienced by the thought that I might not get to enjoy the peace of the night on my own.
Then, clear as day, Klara asks me: 'Are you happy lady?' I am taken aback, I chuckle and respond: 'Yes, I am happy!' 'Thumbs up!', she requests as she stretches her arm out over the edge of her elevated bed and the shadow of a thumb moves towards me. I respond with a bemused: 'Thumbs up!'. 'Fist bump!', she requests next and I oblige with a midnight fist bump of her hand that is already conveniently close, so close I don't even have to get up. 'This is hilarious!', I think to myself and want to laugh out loud, but restrain myself - it is the middle of the night and Matt is still blissfully asleep. Klara turns over in her bed, puts her head back on her pillow, and drifts off back to sleep. Maybe she was never even really awake??
As I recount the story the next morning we laugh at the breakfast table, but she can't remember any of it. I tuck it away in my bank of funny memories 😂!
Image: At the top of Okemo - May 31st, 2020