Too Many People and Not Enough Beds

Last week I got kicked in the groin… and I liked it.
This all stems from the "problem" of too many people and too few beds.
And this stems from our four-day, three-night family Christmas trip. We criss-crossed the state, visiting relatives the week before the holiday. This included a night in Columbia, then a night in Oconee County and wrapping up with a final night back in Columbia.
At that home, there were two beds, a sofa and six people. The only workable and semi-comfortable equation had my wife, my son and me in one of the beds. The bed was plenty big enough for two. It was not big enough for three, especially since my wife and son had about 95% of the space. I had a sliver on one side. But it turned out to be a good sliver. After a little bit of wiggling and complaining to myself, I lay there and thought about stuff. Stuff like work and sports and people I know... and about the people closest to me. I thanked God for my family and, since he was right there next to me, for my son in particular. He's ten now and I realized there won't be a lot more opportunities to spend the night with him like this. While he slept... and while I lay awake... I thought of how time has passed; of how quickly these ten years have passed.
And how, in another ten years, my little boy will be a man.
Sometime during the night --- during one of my short bits of actually sleep --- a knee, or perhaps a well-placed heel, hit me where it hurts. But it really didn't hurt at all.
It made me grateful for things for which I should be truly thankful.
Like falling asleep with my son at my side and waking up with his head on my shoulder.
And for too many people and not enough beds.

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