A memory I wish to save about putting Wee One to bed on night.
We had just finished reading her bedtime story, and she always insists on turning off the lights, closing the door, and turning on her sound machine. She was holding her favorite baby by the neck.
As she did these things, I looked at the dolls she had on her bed and realized she had wrapped a Wonder Woman’s cape around Belle’s shoulders, which I think is appropriate.
She padded over to the bed in her footie jammies and crawled in, holding her baby close. I put the blankets over her, then sang and kissed her.
She did all of these things so earnestly. I’m afraid she’s going to outgrow it, but Cohiba is earnest, too, and I love that about him.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.