As most nights, Tyson ended up sleeping in our bed last night - coming in around 3am with a fever. Brendan is out of town, so he snuggled up next to me and fell asleep. Around 5am, he started whimpering. I asked him what was wrong, and he buried his face into the pillow, cried for a minute, and fell back to sleep. In the morning, we had the following conversation:
Tyson: Do you know why I was crying?
Me: I figured you had a bad dream...is that why?
Tyson [tears welling up]: Yeah. I had a goodbye dream.
Me: A goodbye dream?
Tyson: Daddy was saying goodbye to me. [Lip quivering, tears now rolling...barely able to get the words out] Daddy was sad and he had to leave.
Me [hugging him tight]: It's ok, buddy. He just went to Texas for work. He'll be back tomorrow.
He recovered quickly and went off to play with Isla and Hayes. A couple of hours went by, and Aunt Lizzie arrived. I figured he was over it, and it was safe to relay the story. I asked Tyson if he wanted to tell Aunt Lizzie about his dream. As I was doing so, I looked over at him -- his eyes were again filled with tears, and his lower lip curled downwards as he tried to get the words out. I scooped him up, wiped his eyes, and decided that I needed to file this story away. Someday, we will tell it again. Perhaps when he is a teenager, this story will remind him of how much he loves his Dad.