When I tiptoe through the door because I know The Scoobs is sleeping. When I close the door ever-so-quietly and softly place my keys on the counter so as to not make a sound. I know that any moment Scooby will see me through his nose. Maybe I’m in his dreams right now. I hope so.
I’m sitting just across the room typing this very moment, in real time. Watching this almost 21-year-old Angel sleep. Looking at that face that I so much want to kiss but will not because that will startle him.
So I wait.
But any minute now he’ll awaken and see me through sleepy eyes. He’ll have sleepy face, kind of smooshed and smashed all on one side where he was sleeping. He’ll yawn. He’ll smile. He’ll stretch. He’ll do his Scooby leap off the couch and come over to greet me with every bit of love he’s got. And then I’ll get to kiss that sweet face.
Those are the moments I live for.
There’s just something about him. Words will never capture it entirely. Maybe the sweetest soul ever.
And I thank you for loving him too.
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