Lucy worked to get my attention in the chaos of getting ready for bed last night.
“Daddy, in case you need Kleenex, I am putting a box of them here on your end table.”
“Well thank you so much for taking care of my Lucy!”
Lucy looks confused, then straightens up: “No, daddy, I don’t want you to wake us up when you are looking for them in the middle of the night.” She wanders off toward bed.
It’s great to be loved.