Bed Time

Hugged between me and the pillow and arm of our overstuffed, mocha and gold paisley-covered red chair, Harper is telling me stories. Flickers of expressions flutter across her face, her blue eyes dancing one moment, staring in confusion the next. Her tiny lips burst into toothless smiles as she ooohs and ahhs at me. I ooh and ahh back, my heart soft as butter under her spell. Smiles turn quickly to screams and I'm scrambling to determine the source of her woes. Burping, rocking, singing...before long her eyelids are heavy. T..o..o heavy. She slumps in complete peace on my chest as the little muscles in her body relax. Bed time at last!