I can't be the only one who remembers this - must have been a little bit after I was still small enough to use my dad's scarf as a very small blanket.
Remember when you had a big day - all day at a pool party, the amusement park, or just playing softball at church . . . and your parents would drive you home?
Remember falling asleep on that drive home -- sort of -- being someplace where you could still try to imagine the roads by their curves and stops, but being far enough out that it was still sleep.
Remember the very long drive there . . . and the gift of a seemingly short drive that quasi-sleep brought?
Remember hearing the gravel drive and then shortly thereafter being carried in from the car and into the house and being placed in your bed and sleeping in your clothes and just being happy to turn over to fall into deep sleep while still knowing that you'd probably be able to dream about the day's adventure and even if you didn't, you knew that you'd still be able to remember it while eating Frosted Flakes the next morning in yesterday's clothes while you talked with your siblings about it?
Remember all that?
Wasn't it great?
My kids have that now.
I love that.