Last night I was putting my daughter to bed when I had an unexpected poetic moment. She doesn't like the dark, and gets mousy when we send her upstairs to go to bed by herself -- sometimes even if the light is on. I escorted her to her room, put her in bed, and turned the light off. Returning to her bed to kiss her goodnight, she said, "Daddy, I'm scared."
Here's the poetry: "Well, you'll have to fill in the darkness with the color from your dreams."
A heard a contented sigh, and she responded, "Okay. Good night, Daddy."
"Good night, my little girl," I told her as I heard her snuggle into her bed. It's funny how these moments come at the most unexpected times.
From far away, they look the same.
9 hours ago