Tonight we cuddled on the couch before bed and read two books together. One was about a boy who got a puppy.
Afterwards, we headed to your bed where I rubbed your back and sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." I said prayers and then told you a story about a girl getting a puppy named Valentine.
Then I told you I had a dog named Valentine... you slowly smiled and knew it was from my childhood.
I watched you rub your eyes and I saw an eyelash on your cheek.
I put it on my finger, told you to make a wish and blow.
You said out loud that you wished you had a puppy. I promised you'd have one someday.
I hate to admit this, but for awhile I'd rush though our bedtime routine... I just wanted some peace and time for myself, but the older I get, the more I cherish you and our time together. I savor the books, the looks, the stories and even the eyelashes.
No more rushing. No more mindless, quick reads. I love you. I love you to the moon and back.
Slowing down with you at bedtime has become one of my favorite times of the day... because no matter what happened, I know we'll have our time together to make everything right, and it will be slow and intentional. I think going to bed happy, cuddled and loved is all any child wants. I hope you have lots of memories of us at bedtime. The books, the cuddles, the songs and the giggles.
Love you always,