I'm sure it has something to do with seeing the light at the end of the long day tunnel and knowing that very soon, Charlie and I will have some quiet time to ourselves.
But more than that, there is something so awesome about those few minutes when I sit on the edge of the children's beds and say an evening prayer with them. I give them a sip of water, sing a song or two, talk about the days events, what exciting things we have in store for tomorrow, and listen to them sleepily jabber about life.
They are freshly bathed.
Their little teeth are brushed.
They are squeaky clean and everyone is verging on drowsy, yet they are full of anticipation for what the next day will bring.
If I've had a particularly challenging day with the children, bedtime is my opportunity to make amends and remind them how much they mean to me and how much I love them. It's their opportunity to cuddle close, stare in to my eyes, and twirl my hair around their finger, while reminding me that they will be five soon and they want a pirate cake, a princess cake and a witch cake and a jump house and and and a piñata and a lot of presents. WITH BIG BOWS.
Bedtime is my best opportunity to sear in to memory the sweetness of this age. It is also my best opportunity to remember that nothing my children could ever do or say would alter the pure adoration I have for them.
My heart absolutely runneth over with love.
For today, for tomorrow, forever and always.
At bedtime, there is no more whining...
There is no more crying...
There is no more tattling...
There is no more moodiness...Everything, and I mean everything, is good in our world.
I am convinced that bedtime is nothing short of magic.
Because when I step out of the children's bedroom and in to my bedroom and discover that someone has burrowed in to my makeup supply and spilled the contents all over our white bedspread; and someone snapped the wristband off of my $85.00 triathlon watch; and my point-and-shoot camera is sitting inside the silverware basket in the dishwasher, I'm hardly annoyed. If any of those things had happened at 2 PM as opposed to 8 PM, I'm certain I'd need restraints. But at bedtime, my spirit is peaceful and my heart is light.
And on the kitchen counter, there's a full glass of wine.