Nighttime Visits

Well, it was too good to last. Fiona visited us last night at about 11:15. And then again at 11:30, 11:40, 11:45... As a last resort, we finally wound up closing the door to her room. She cried for about five minutes and then went to sleep. But we're very tired this morning.

On the other hand, yesterday during dinner she looked at me and said "Daddy?" as she held out her hand.

I leaned in. "Yes?"

She grabbed my head and pulled it close to her.

"I love you."

So, as you can imagine, I was willing to forgive her just about anything after that.

I'm still tired, though.