“I like the monotonous drone of the tires on the pavement, the containment in one small space of everything I need in my life…”
(~from Elizabeth Berg’s “Caretaking”)
As the darkness descended over us yesterday, the hush that covered our mini-van soon followed… the occasional sound of a thumb being sucked, the quiet, “Dad? How long before we’re home?”, the turning of pages while Ash tried to finish his chapter before he could read no more. We drove through mists and turned into our driveway, stepping out to the chirping of crickets on a muggy night. I opened the back door and breathed in the sweet smell of home, pulling down coverlets to await the arrival of sleepy children curled in their daddy’s arms.
I remember that feeling. My daddy carrying me to my bed, sleeping in my clothes from the day, exhausted from excitement and play.
As we knelt beside her bed and smoothed back tangled curls, Bri kissed her cheek and whispered, “I had a fun day with you today.”
She sighed deeply, hovering over dreams of lions and monkeys and tigers and zebras. Her eyes stayed closed as she whispered softly, hand tucked up under her cheek, “I had a fun day with you, too.”
And that, my friends, is the perfect way to end a perfect day!