Thanks Dad!

One of my clearest memories of bedtime as a little girl was knowing that no matter what time of night I could always call out for my dad and he would always answer. It was as though he was just laying there waiting for me to need a glass of water or reasurance that the noise I heard was the wind. I thought of this last night when my daughter called out for me to bring her to the potty, I sprang out of bed to answer her calls, both to ensure that she made it to the bathroom, but  really to give her that same feeing of security and comfort that I had all those years ago.