The most precious thing.

7 Jun

Tonights story was “The Most Precious Thing” which I read to Reagan again as she lay in her cot drinking her milk, no tears, no fuss she just lay there listening intently. Although I am sad about the change, Reagan seams happy about it and she drifted off to sleep as she did last night contented.

Its nice to think that the sound of my whispering voice reading a story is comforting and reassuring enough for Reagan to relax and go to sleep (or maybe Dad’s just mind numbingly boring and sleep is just such sweet release?) which I will learn to love as much as I loved cradling her to sleep.

… most precious thing easily more precious than a sparkling blue stone, a velvety rose, a downy feather, and a dancing butterfly!

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