Heart truly touched!

02:09 this morning, I was woken up by the sound of singing. 

I lifted my head off of the pillow to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. 

Yep. Definitely singing. 

My initial, waking thought was one of terror, until remembered that the cubs were here and they had decided to share a bed that evening. 

The feeling quickly turned to one of a protective dad, but as my confusion cleared, that clarity reassured me that it was my daughter’s voice. 

All sounded ok; I lay my head down. 

The next morning, I roused them with the usual rendition of ‘Good morning; good morning! You’ve slept the whole night through…’ and a barrage of kisses. 

As they both came around, I asked if one of them had been singing last night. 

“Yeah that was me..” said my daughter. She pointed at her brother. 

“He couldn’t sleep and asked me to sing him a lullaby. I couldn’t remember one so I hummed to him instead until he went to sleep.”

I’m still sighing now, 13 hours later. 

BSD