Bedtime Stories

Last night when I put the kids to bed, they snuggled into their cosy twin beds, pulled their mountains of quilts, blankets, stuffed animals and pillows all around them and both heaved big, satisfied sighs – part contentment, part secure, and part sleepy.  I remember that feeling of satiation after a hard day of play and fun.  And still get it for that matter when I'm fully pleased with my day. 

Grandma and Grandpa are visiting and the girls asked them to tell stories about when I was little and these became the bedtime stories for the evening before stumbling off to bed.  It had already been a good day of Salvation Army shopping; lobster, corn and baked potatoes; playing full-tilt outside and was then topped off by laughter and reminiscing as the girls heard stories they hadn't before about what I was like when I was little and growing up with two.

© 2009 Anne Mahle