Inner Dialogue

I have an Eastern King bed, because unlike the CA king, it is wider than longer. I picked wider because I wanted a bed that could fit all my kids. It's funny that when they were little they did all fit, all five of them. Darned things keep growing though. I tease them about when I wake up with someone's head in my back or a foot in my stomach, but I really do love it. The bed is a place of great comfort for all of us. It might just be the down comforter, blankets and pillows, but I think it's probably much more than that. I love the mornings when they all come in (just the 3 little ones now) and we snuggle under the blankets. Giggles and tickles or just quiet and cozy ... it's all good. When they aren't feeling well, or when they can't sleep, my bed is still the place they want to be. Heck, it's the place *I* want to be! I think those people push their kids out into their own rooms in the name of independence or whatever are missing out on something wonderful.