After a long ten hour day at the school with me, after passing her bed time by an hour, after a nice dinner out with dad, after throwing a tantrum because she didn't want to take a bath but didn't want to go to bed without one either:
Annabelle :: (singing, sitting in the warm bath) I'm happy! I'm good!
Then, up and out of the bath, brush teeth without the slightest refusal, into her pajamas and then bed as fast as she could to hear the next chapter of her newest favorite book, Twig.
A chapter book! It's unbelievable that I can read her a book without any pictures in it and she loves it. I love it more, especially watching her face out of the corner of my eye while I read certain parts to her about the elf taking a ride on the back of a sparrow, or the little fairy girl laying on a dandelion leaf bouncing softly.
I know this is one of those blog posts that mean much less to everyone else but me. But it was so precious, I just had to include it.
