Jordan sleeps with many treasures.  Part of his bedtime routine includes a treasure hunt to find exactly what he will sleep with for the night.  Last week I went into his room to tuck him in and found his bed filled with kitchen utensils:  a spatula, a soup ladle, a crab cracker (I don’t know the official name for this item) and a whisk.  These transform into either his tools or weapons. 

Then I looked in the corner of his bed to see a small photo album I had put together after Shawn died filled with photos of my kids with their dad.  Nonchalantly, Jordan told me, "I want to sleep with that."  "That’s fine." I said trying to mimic his calm, assured manner.  My heart was filled by my child’s definition of a treasure.  I know he holds his daddy close to his heart.

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