It was bed time, and I was snuggling her to sleep.
Me – “You know I’m your rock, right?”
Her – “Why? Because I climb on you?”
Chuckle from me-
Her – “No, you’re a heart. You’re the big heart and I’m the little heart.”
Me – “Aww, well, I’m glad you think of me as a heart.”
It was nice to hear as we had had a challenging day from me being on her case about cleaning up after herself, keeping agreements about that, and the trust that comes from agreements being held. I felt like I’d been micro-managing and lecturing.
Me – “I’m a rock, though, because you can count on me – to love you, to take a stand for certain standards for you and from you.”
She listened and snuggled up close.
I fell asleep like a rock and a heart next to her.
Yes, that is sappy, but the writer in me couldn’t resist ending it that way.