One of Beatrice's favorite songs is "10 little monkeys". She always loves when I sing this part is a low booming voice:
"No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed!"
Sometimes life doesn't happen as planned and we fall off the bed.
And it hurts.
It doesn't matter what did or didn't happen, it just happens regardless, for good or ill, and you've got to adapt.
But the happy family bed? That defies situational gravity.
Last night Mama held a smiling and gurgling Bryce above her while Bea giggled and bounced on the bed and then jumped on me.
The slowing of time and increased weightlessness fuels levity and love like colliding atoms birthing happiness over and over again -- thousands of times in a matter of minutes.
Soon we were all laughing as our bodies hovered above the bed's surface.
You sure as hell can't beat that.
Playing on the happy family bed of monkeys makes it all better.
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