Bedtime at our house is very routine. Sometimes there's a bath. Sometimes there's crying. But every night, there's some singing by mom, and prayers by dad. I don't know about you, but bedtime is when my kids open up. When Zak asks his most pending heartfelt questions about life, tells me about something important that happened during his day, and seems way too old for his age. He insists on me singing "Dream a Little Dream" every single night. I try really hard to get it out of it, but the reminder that someday, he is not going to want me to sing it, makes me do it. The girls aren't quite there yet, but the singing is of utmost important to them. We have our standby songs. Rene's right now is "twinkle, twinkle". And last night, she told Paige and I not to sing, and that she would sing it by herself. As I sat on her bed, listening to that little 3 year old voice, I told myself to remember it. Remember her shiny, freshly washed hair, the little red bump on her lip, her running her fingers through the holes in her favorite purple blanket, and most of all, that little voice singing her little heart out to the tune of twinkle, twinkle little star.
That's what its all about people, that's what its all about.