3 batches of popcorn, and I completely forgot beverage! I know! So not like me. We watched Flicka, maybe a bit too intense for my sensitive little dills, with the mountain lion attacking the horse and all. Olive cried! Our little tender girl. She denied it, but those little sobs, I pulled her close and she snuggled right up. Pearl just kept checking in with me about what was real and what wasn't. She's always been that way. Divine just sat in silence...like her mom. No questions. Just give her some popcorn and she's good.
Sleeping was a different matter. We all snuggled down. Olive was the first to fall asleep. She sleeps just like she lives: full of passion. There were flailing limbs, lots of repositioning. I would scoot away 2 inches, and Olive would scoot closer 2 inches. Divine was next and she fell asleep in the exact position she laid down. Then there was Pearl. She tossed and turned. At one point she got her face really close to mine. Sometimes I think that time in Korea and Japan rubbed off on her as she doesn't have that sense of personal space most Americans do. I could tell her mind was processing the information of the day and it wasn't until she did that that she could finally fall asleep. I was last--just like all those grade school sleepovers. Finally at 11 I called my mom to ask if she could come get me so I could sleep in my own bed. Proverbially speaking, that is, since they were in my bed, and my mom is currently celebrating their 35th anniversary, several states away. I shimmied out of the sleeping bodies and took up slumber in another bed.
In the morning, I got back in bed with them and we held a brief scripture study and got them off to school.
It was worth the lack of sleep, mine, that is.