Dear Mr B,
Normally I don’t condone little boys staying up past their bedtime.
But when my key scrapes in the lock after I get home from ballet, I can’t tell you how my heart melts when I hear the pat, pat, pat of your little feet running, and that huge light-up-the-night sweet smile, and your adorable little pajama-clad body as you wrap your arms around my legs and turn your face up for a kiss.
I love that you wait for me to get home before nodding off into dream land.
Though I don’t normally condone little boys staying up past their bedtime, I’ll condone it for this.
Don’t ever stop.
With All My Love,