09.04.04 - 11:18 am

i sat at my computer, ashton asleep behind me on my bed. i heard a slight rustling, and turned to see what had been a motionless, sleeping little boy but was now a little person walking with such purpose. silently he came around the chair, crawled up into my lap and laid his head on my chest.

he was asleep as soon as his cheek pressed against my torso.

he has a scrape on his knee, and he points to it repeatedly, looking at me and exclaiming: "ow."