sandwiched between gigglers

On Sunday night I pulled into the driveway at about 8:45 ready for some dinner and drooling over the prospect of some much needed bedtime. The weekend had ended. After a couple of days spent with Eden toddling around the halls of MUMC and being the social butterflies that we are (more her than me) at the holiday fair. Shopping, moving tables, changing cd’s, shopping, talking and admiring the crafts, shopping, eating, working on a couple of things in the office here and there, changing diapers, oh yeah and some shopping too I think.
Throw in Saturday church and 3 service on Sunday and it becomes a little more clear why youth group entailed a manditory nap time for everyone.
So I get home and Eden and Katie are asleep on the couch. I put Eden in her crib and heated up dinner. Katie and I ate as we recapped a whirlwind weekend. After dinner we couldn’t wait for the sleep that awaited us. The electric blanket (an early Christmas present for Katie) on the bed had been preheating to the perfect melt into dreamland temp. for about 15 min. As we both slid into the cozy sheets our daughter somehow knew that she was missing out on something and decided to shout her disapproval.
After about 7.39 minutes of her squealing and no end within earshot I decided I would let her fall back to sleep with us.
Nuzzled in the bed is now Mom, Dad and baby. I said to our 14 month old Eden, “well you sure did win this round.” At which she began to laugh, giggle and even snort because her plan had worked.
But it didn’t stop there. The dog hearing the calamity thought that he was missing out on something. In his mind where the is conversation and laughing there is food and most likely an Eden ready to throw some his way. So Kronk bounds into the room and leaps onto the bed and begins wagging his tail, rolling on his back and joining in on the fun.
If you are keeping score at home we now have one giggling baby, one 70 pound lap dog, one mom beginning to join in the revelry of laughter, and a dad wondering what is going on. cornered on all sides by wife, baby and pooch what could I do but begin in the uproar myself.
There we were for about 5 minutes the while Bishop family in the bed infected with a case of the giggles. It was a beautiful thing to behold.
At that moment all i could do is say a prayer of thanks to God as our chorus of laughter spilled from our souls. I could have thought of no more perfect way to end a weekend than being sandwiched between a bunch of gigglers.