Read to me mama

Every night you are putting up a fight at bedtime. Your bedtime starts at 730. We turn down the lights, read books, tell stories, go potty, brush teeth and then I hope you will fall right asleep and I can relax for an hour before bed.

But you ask every night " mama i want you to read this to me". If i do, you have another book picked out. " mana read to me!". I look in those big beautiful eyes that will one day be too busy or embarrassed to talk to me and smile. I kiss your head and try not to get mean or frustrated. I tell you to sleep. Eventually, you do. I know I will always remember these precious days when you always wanted "one more book".