Sitting in bed between them, they beg me to read this one and then that.
“Read Mulberry Bush,” they squeal.
Okay. First one, then the other.
“Here we go round the mulberry bush. One step, two step, tickle you under there!”
Laughter fills my ears and heart.
“Yes you can have a sleepover again.”
My blissfully sleeping angels have made my evening complete.
Happy Friday 55 my friends.