sweet bits of life
M lingers, but ends up getting to bed, and falls to sleep before I can come tuck her in. Daisy is next to her. I give M a big kiss on her forehead, brushing her hair with my hand.
There really is no place I'd rather be than with her, guiding her, laughing with her, or stressing over homework even. Well, less so that part, but it is still a part of her growing up. Laughing with her, she is wearing her Elmo socks, "Are these Tickle Me's?" and I tickle her feet, which she pretends are talking. She was excited I'd bought the game of Clue, which we'll play tomorrow, whatever else tomorrow brings.