Thursdays are so full.... moments flowing from one activity to another. I perceived myself to be so ready for the bedtime story this evening. Charlotte selected the story and we situated ourselves comfortably close in her bed. I do not know whom welcomed this special time the most, Charlotte or me.Thursday, September 18, 2008
Bedtime Story
Thursdays are so full.... moments flowing from one activity to another. I perceived myself to be so ready for the bedtime story this evening. Charlotte selected the story and we situated ourselves comfortably close in her bed. I do not know whom welcomed this special time the most, Charlotte or me.
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