Sometimes it seems we careen into bedtime like we had no idea it was there, just ahead, and we crash into the rocks of brushing teeth, straightening rooms, and slugging arms and legs into pajamas…
Dear Little One, You are welcome at this table. Morning, noon, dinner, and snacks. You are welcome with questions. You are welcome with comments. Our table is sturdy for all that we discuss. New and scary topics. Old and comfortable ones, too. This table is our commitment to one another, our commitment to…