Both girls are very creative when it comes to reasons why they are out of their bedroom after bedtime. Last night, Rowan stood at the threshold and whispered to me across the living room where I was reading my book.

"Daddy..."

"Dadddy..."

"Yes, Rowan," I flipped my head backwards over the couch's arm to respond.

"Daddy... can I give you a kiss?"

Wow. What a saint I must have been in a previous life to deserve such sweet children.