“Mommy, mommy, wake up!” Ken cried, running into my room and jumping on the bed.
I groaned and rolled over, pushing him off of me. “Oh, Ken, it is too early for this.”
“But it is a big day,” he cheered.
Sighing, I blinked the sleep from my eyes and sat up. Other than Ken, the bed was empty.
“Where is your father?” I asked.
Ken shrugged. “Getting ready.”
“Getting ready for what?” I asked, smiling at him.
I grabbed my son and pulled him close, tickling his belly.
Ken shrieked with laughter and wiggled away from me.
“He’s getting ready for the party,” he said.
“What party?” I asked. I stopped trying to catch him.
Ken’s laughs started getting quieter and quieter now that I wasn’t tickling him.
“The engagement party, remember? You just got a dress for it,” Ken reminded me.
“Ken, I don’t think we’re going to have the party today,” I said. I laid back down and patted the bed next to me.
Ken got closer. He laid down and snuggled up to me.