We usually let him cry for a few minutes to see if something is wrong before we check on him. But Patrick jumped out of bed and went upstairs. After a few minutes Benjamin was back asleep (mostly) and Patrick came back downstairs. I asked why he went up and he said:
"I have a vivid memory of having a nightmare, when we lived in Texas [when he was little], and all I could muster out was "daddy" and my dad came to me."
Ugh! Heart break turned to heart mush. I may be a lucky girl, my friends, but my boys! Oh, my boys! They are beyond lucky that Patrick is their daddy!!! What a privilege and joy to raise children with this man.