Archive for May 15th, 2009

Buddy “starts” at 5 a.m. – he knows it’s useless to bug Wayne – a freight train could barrel thru our bedroom – maybe he’d roll over.

Anyway, Buddy crawls up on Wayne to try to out stare and intimidate me – as if, Buddy. Today was funny, Wayne’s so asleep that he’s patting and stroking the pillow, not Buddy.

Buddy follows Wayne’s hand, then appears to stare at the wall trying to digest what’s happening, looks at me, “What’s going on, Mom?” It was all I could do to not burst out laughing.

Wayne always defends Buddy saying he has a brain the size of a pea (so forgive him for whatever) – think “Dad” was right, Buddy.

What always amazes me is how Buddy hangs on to Wayne -  like a small ship in a storm – on nights when his body is suffering from extreme spasms, Buddy rides it out. I think it may be called love or being a true buddy.