I also took on the challenge of putting him down to sleep. It was a wrestling match. He was determined to throw me off, but I won! He finally conked out and fell asleep. Later on he woke up crying with his eyes open, which Vicki says he does a lot, dreaming of something...missing his father I am sure.
Vicki told me a beautiful story about looking up at the stars in their backyard a couple weeks ago. She was telling him, "Those are the stars." Calmly he asked her, "Where's Dada?" She instinctively pointed up saying, "Up there." He answered back with a question, "In space?" "Yes," she answered back.
I think about little Shaan's imagination (or the reality?) of his father, Ned, flying around in space with the stars, watching over his family, watching over us.
