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"Time to head upstairs. PJs on and let's brush teeth!"
My very favorite time of the day is bedtime with the girls. I hurry and hustle and bustle them along, so that we have plenty of time to settle into a bedtime story or two (or more like three). Each girl picks out a book and then one usually snags a third.
"Mommy, this is one that you want to read. Right?"
When the girls are completely ready for bed, we meet in my bedroom to snuggle in the big bed. I'm in the middle, sandwiched between the two girls. Heads resting close by, slowly slithering closer, they each nestle on my shoulder to get a closer look at every detail on the page, not wanting to miss anything.
"Wait. Can you turn the page back, Mommy?"
This is when life slows down. There is no more rushing. There are no interruptions of rings, beeps, or buzzes. There are only beautiful words shared and silent moments as we study each beautiful illustration. Questions and wonders and predictions and laughter naturally occur in conversation.
"That one was my favorite."