My favorite time of day is bedtime. Not my bedtime, but Webb's bedtime . . . and not because the house will be quiet and mommy can have a moment, but because there's nothing more precious than snuggling up with a clean, pajama clad Little and talking about the day's events. Every night, Webb talks about his day . . . what he did or saw or what we did at home. We turn his stars on and rock together. It's the perfect ending to the day.
And I only get to experience this IF daddy isn't around to put Webb to bed. Because if he's here, all I hear is "Daddy put ya a bed." Mama is chopped liver sometimes. But seeing your handsome hubby snuggle a clean pajama clad Little totally warms your heart too.
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