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.
