My Neck Pg 46 #2

This morning I woke up to a low roar of commotion. My wife and I slept on our couch last night. I imagine that to others, my house was a refugee camp. My brother and his wife and their three children stayed the night in my son's room. My room was occupied by a friend and his wife and their three children. I would hope everyone who stayed the night slept comfortably. Because this morning I had a crick in my neck. My niece came and laid at the other end of the coach during the night and yanked the covers off to put around her little body. With a little tug, a twist and turn we were both covered for the night. My head still had no support so the night of sleep was uncomfortable, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I am very grateful and fortunate to have them stay with us on this cold winter night. Both families were without energy and a heat source. My house had escaped the grasp of Jack Frost. I laid on the couch awake, with eyes closed and ears wide open to hear the various conversations and all the children at play in the toy room. The house was toasty warm, but smelled of rotting baby dung. I had hoped that whoever was changing the little poop machine would hurry. Finally a sweet little kiss from my beautiful baby girl made me smile. I couldn't hide the fact that I was awake any longer. Addy crawled into my arms and hugged my neck so lightly and soft that it was the only feeling I wanted to feel this morning.