... every night at bedtime, after Eva and I read two stories together, she wants me to sing her a specific sequence of songs. First, it's (a short version of), "Chim - Chiminey;" second, it's "Feed the Birds;" and then the grand finale is her favorite, staple, always and seems ever will be the last song she wants - "Baby Mine." She visibly relaxes when we get to the last song, closes her eyes, sighs out loud dramatically, clutches her lambie and looks up at me so gratefully from her little bed. Then she gives me a big sloppy kiss, then a cute little nose kiss, and then she turns over under her covers and says, "Good night Mommy, I play with you in the morning."
I love this little girl. I love that she knows the words to each of these songs. I love that she sings "Baby Mine" to her babies when she's playing. I love how tender and sweet and creative she is, and how all those things flavor our bedtime rituals. I love how she scrunches up her nose for a nose kiss and then giggles. And I just love that I get to be her mom. :)
4 comments:
Hey, very cool, Lizzy! It's neat that you love being her mom. But just think... I've had the privilege of being your dad for a LOT longer!! And now on top of that - I get the privilege of being Gramps, too!!! Can't beat it!!!
Awww.
This one brought tears to my eyes as I thought about feeling the same way about two "little" boys. The amazing thing is that you keep feeling that way - through the school years, the college years, the adult years - you keep being proud, touched, grateful, and completely in love with your child.
KED
Ditto to Karen's comment! With a thankful heart! Grammy
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