Sleepover Jones

Last nite, Jones had his first slumber party. While Jeremy and I went to the wedding of Zeb & Ashley Smathers, he spent the nite with his Nan & Pop.

Part of me felt guilty for how easy it was to leave him there. Shouldn't I wake up in the middle of the nite, desperate to go grab him and return him to the nursery that felt uncomfortably empty without him in it?

But that's not how I felt at all! I felt like I wanted to be sure to pick him up on time, so his grandmother wouldn't be late to rearrange the sanctuary flowers before the morning's church service. I felt so excited to see him when I eventually did, and I felt grateful for in-laws that I feel completely comfortable leaving him with, but never once did I feel like "I can't do this!"

For his part, Jones felt right at home. After we dropped him off at 5:30, his cousins visited for a little while. He then hit the hay about 7:30 and woke up about twelve hours later.

When he saw me for the first time since yesterday, he looked like, "Have we met?" and went right back to laughing at his Nan.