The morning after

Lately Jack has been crawling into our bed in the middle of the night. Of course he does this in normal Jack fashion, not by stealthily sneaking into the bed, but rather crawling over my head. I get up before him, drink my coffee, check e-mail and work out. He usually comes downstairs sometime during my morning routine. When I go back upstairs to shower and make the bed I sometimes find Bear in my bed. It always makes me smile and prematurely wax nostalgic about the day he finally gives up Bear and no longer ambushes me at 3:00am. It's all moving too fast.