Bedtime has become a bit of a struggle as Miss Sassy Pants wrestles with us for more control of how things are done round these here parts. Will we get into jammies and then brush teeth or will we watch Clifford and read one book or will we read 4 books and sing 3 songs or will we go camping in her room? But every once in a while there is a night when it all comes together. She brushes her teeth and there is giggling. She puts on her jammies and doesn't stall for 10 years because she has to do the buttons All By Herself. She's had enough stories and doesn't try to con us into more. Last night was a good night.
About 45 minutes after Bryan went upstairs to put her to bed, I tiptoed up there to wake him up. I guess he thought he should lead by example? When I opened the door, both daddy and daughter were asleep, side-by-side on the floor. Holding hands.
It is so amazing to watch Bryan be Hannah's dad. Does it sometimes drive me nuts that he's not doing something with quite as much care or precision as I might? Yes. Yes it does. In no small way does it sometimes drive me up the freaking wall. But then I see them holding hands, or conspiring about something together on the couch, or see his patience with her unending questions and stall techniques and those things that I do my way and he does his way don't bother me quite so much.
This picture was captured right before Hannah's blessing at our church in the Spring of 2008. We didn't even know it existed until someone told me they loved the picture of Bryan and Hannah that was on the church's website. I am forever grateful and happy to have this moment captured.
2 comments:
Stacy, I've never seen that photo before! Love it! I'm looking forward to you writing more.
Keep the blog entries comin' girlie! I love reading your thoughts about when Hannah was little because it floods my own memory of when mine were that little. :o)
Andrea
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