The other night Caroline and P got home from the ranch late. I walked out to the truck where I found her sound asleep and carried her into her bedroom.
As gently as possible (Don’t anger it! Don’t awaken it!) I changed her out of her dirty ranch clothes and into her pajamas. Then carefully, I tucked her into bed and just as I started to tiptoe out of the room, I heard a little voice say, “Mama?”
“What baby?”
“You look different at night than you do in the daytime.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you don’t look so good and you have a lot of spots on your face.”
Wow. Tough crowd.
And so today I give thanks for my foundation, otherwise known as a miracle in a bottle.