After the oftentimes 4:30-ish bladder matter was addressed, it followed with the occasional-times event of my gray matter wanting to be addressed, too.

What if? How will? The scenarios kept coming and I kept tossing.

Who will help me with all these changes? I needed a hug!

Oh, wait! Look who’s here! The proven-to-be-capable, dependable woman (read the resume) who has never left my side.

As the huggee, the afraid child’s voice was heard and comforted. As the hugger, the strength I have to handle whatever comes along was reinforced.

Mother and child went right back to sleep.