Sunday, October 29, 2006
My parents always said that children will keep you humble, and I am finding this to be too true. I was out alone for the evening at a children's book party, doing a bit of Christmas shopping. The Historian took over after dinner and put the children to bed alone. At some point during the wee hours of the night, The Storyteller felt compelled to venture into our room to check on my safe return home. In the morning I was greeted with, "Mommy, I checked on you in the night and saw your bottom side in bed under the covers and when I saw the round plumpness of it, I knew you were home safe and I was glad."