I love bedtime.
Eight(ish) hours where you get to lay down, and you aren't expected to do ANYTHING!!!
Also, my sister and I have begun this thing where I call her and she reads me a bedtime story from our childhood. It is exactly as charming as it sounds. Tonight is was Harold and the Purple Crayon, which is really quite the literary gem.
Here's to sweet dreams, keeping your wits and your purple crayon.
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