Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Little Things

Sometimes it's the little things that mean the world to me.

Monday night we had a horrible wind storm in town. It sounded like the house was in the Dyson. I turned over in the bed and was so happy to see Quill in his old spot on his wobbie next to me.

Unless the door was shut, with Greyson firmly on the other side, Quill had given up his spot to Greyson. He was spending his nights under the bed or at the end of the bed. Meanwhile Greyson was sprawled in his old spot.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty that Greyson had booted him out of his spot. I was taking time to make Quill feel welcome in the bed as often as I could. Secret meetings when we could snuggle like old times.

So when I saw he was scared and close to me I was so happy he felt safe there again.

A short time later Greyson came onboard. I thought Quill would move but instead Greyson tucked in next to him and they both stayed put.

They have been enjoying the bed with us ever since.  Greyson comes first and once he's out, Quill comes up.

My heart just soars when I hear Quill purring his way to sleep again beside me. I just love looking over and seeing both my boys with me. Sometimes it's the little things - sleeping alongside the big things - that make me happy.


  1. My boys make me happy too when they snuggle up together. Glad they are getting along.

  2. This just brings tears to my eyes as I feel so happy when they are both sleeping with me.
    Have a wonderful weekend.

  3. This was a really sweet post and touched my heart. I totally understand how you feel. When we had to put some of our cats outside because they were spraying everything I had to bring my youngest back in to cuddle me. I felt so lonely without at least one. I don't think people understand the comfort and calming effect our furry friends can have on us!