My conversation with my 8 year old at bedtime tonight:
A: “Twelve hours feels like one minute when I go to sleep.”
Me: (Gloomy sigh) “I know exactly what you mean.”
A: “I love it!”
Me: “You do?”
A: “Yes! There are always so many exciting things to do the next day.”
Me: (Satisfied smile) “You’re the best.”
Sometimes my happy is just that simple. Sweet dreams.