A good start to my birthday

6:30 AM. Chris and I are awake and quietly talking over our plans for the day before getting up. Suddenly, we hear the pitter pat of slippered feet as Jonathan makes his way down our hallway in the dark. He doesn't say anything to us, but opens the door to our bathroom. He turns on the light, then carefully and quietly shuts the door.

Moments later, we hear the pocket door slide open and he gets up on our toilet. He prefers our heated seat - the one in his bathroom is unpleasantly chilly on a cold winter morning. He flushes and slides the pocket door closed. He steps out into our room and is closing the door when he realizes he's left the light on. So he fixes that, gently closes the door, and again without saying anything to us, goes back down the hallway.

Soon we hear the water as he washes his hands in his own bathroom - he can't reach the sink in ours. There's some silence, which could be him drying his hands, or perhaps he's going back to bed. But then we hear his slippers scuffing the carpet as he comes into our room again. He wordlessly reaches up for Chris to give him a lift, then snuggles in between us to start the day.