Moose turned off the light and crawled into bed with me. The queen-sized bed in the guest room had to have one of the most uncomfortable mattresses ever created. It was old and lumpy and sagged in the middle.
After we adjusted to try to get ourselves comfortable, Moose pulled me to him and hugged me tightly.
"I talked to Dad," I said quietly. "He's nervous -- but excited -- to meet Chad. He spent all day yesterday fixing up our guest room for him."
"I really hope he didn't do too much. Sometimes your dad gets carried away when he gets a project."
"He's more than happy to do it. He said this is the closest he'll get to have a grandson. He's over the moon."
"Huh. I hadn't thought of it like that."
"Well, I told him to calm down a little bit. He barely accepts that you're his father. I
