Bedtime

There is something sweet about being able to tuck a little one in at night. Timothy, so close to three, loves for me to read him a story. But usually by "read" he means for me to make one up. They are usually something silly about an animal or (surprisingly) a little boy named Timothy. Tonight he wanted another one after my first, admittedly short, one. So instead I said, "why don't you tell me a story." So he did. It started out just like mine do, "Once upon a time," and then he said, "there was a girl named Mommy....."
I LOVE IT!!!!
Sleep well Timothy. Your Mommy loves you more than you know!!