“When We Were Little” Wednesday

When I was little, I was a very serious sleeper. To hear my parents talk, there was never a time when they struggled to get me to go to bed or take a nap. In fact, I was sometimes overly eager to go to bed. When winter came and the time changed, causing the sun to go down earlier in the evening, I was known to say to Mom and Dad, “Gark outside. Know what ‘dat means. Time for nigh-night.” (For those unacquainted with the jargon of small children, “gark” translates to mean “dark.”) That line is still repeated in my family.

I also remember loving naps. Loving. Them. (Still do. Some things never, ever change.) Some of my favorite naps ever were taken piled up on the sofa with Mom. Sometimes Ashley would join, but more often, it was just Mom and me. We both appreciated the beauty of a lo-o-o-ong Sunday afternoon nap, so this arrangement worked out really well.

I’d like to think that some of Leah’s favorite memories of her childhood might be something similar.