And to All 3 a Good Night
As I crawled into bed the other night, I heard giggling coming from my daughter's room.
Not Christa's room--my other daughter, Amy, the 19-year-old.
As a matter of fact, I heard giggling and singing.
It was heading on to midnight, but there was some fun happening in that room.
Katie Beth, my 21-year-old daughter, was spending the night.
And the giggles and singing sounded like old times--back when Katie Beth and Amy were 9 and 11 years old, and both of them still lived at home.
I can remember crawling into bed and hearing Katie Beth and Amy talking and giggling.
"Settle down in there," Rob would warn them.
And it would get quiet.
For a minute or two.
Then more giggles. More whispers. An outburst of laughter.
Half the time, Rob and I savored the sounds, realizing that it would be over all-too-soon.
And we were right.
So, the other night when I heard the giggles and the singing and the whispers, I closed my eyes ... and pretended for just a minute or two that I had my young girls back.
And then I realized if I went back, I wouldn't have the blessing of Christa or my precious daughter-in-love Jenelle.
As wonderful as then was, now is wonderful too.
I did hop out of bed, though. Not to tell Amy and Katie Beth to be quiet. No, not at all.
I got up to enjoy kissing three daughters good night again.
It's been a while since I've experienced that pleasure.
I've missed it.