I didn’t even hear Santiago come in that night, but when I woke up about three a.m., I found him with his arms wrapped around Sawyer in the bed next to me. Even in that bleary moment, I was able to think two things clearly – this is what this is supposed to feel like, and we need to get a king-size bed. But then, I reached over, put my arm over both my boys, and fell asleep.
When I woke up a few hours later, I couldn’t move my right arm, and Sawyer was poking me repeatedly in my face. But seeing Santi’s sleepy grin as he reached to tickle my son was enough to make me put up with things far worse than pins and needles and face pokes.
It was a good thing, too, because as soon as we dropped Sawyer off at school and Santiago took me to my shop, I heard the update on the night and why Santiag
