I was telling Neil this story on one of our many middle-of-the-workday walks, and just remembered that I wanted to add it here. I sometimes vent about the difficult parenting moments, but this is one of those nice warm ones.
We kept Ivy out late, and she had been pretty wound up by having all her beloved grandparents in one house (Tannis's folks are staying with my parents this week). Getting out of the car at home, she had a bit of a meltdown, crying for no real reason and contradicting herself...beat tired.
By the time I got her into bed and helped her with her pj's, she was calming down. I pulled her blanket up to tuck her in and she reached up to touch my face, tears still drying on her cheeks: "Daddy, you take such good care of me."
