And The Beat Goes On
I walked down the hall. Fits of giggles started up again followed by the sound of running feet.
“Shh, you kids have to stay in bed it’s late and I’m tired.” I hid behind my hand to hide my smile. I tried a stern look as I gazed between the two rooms. Ten eyes peeked out above covers glowing in the dim light.
A voice begged. “One more story. Please.”
“No, you’ve each had a story. Five stories are a lot. Now go to sleep.”
I tried to slip away; then heard a tiny voice. “Do you love us?”
“To the moon and back.” I pushed the door open, and then motioned to the others. One more story wouldn’t hurt.
I kissed their sleeping heads goodnight. The late night news played softly in the family room and my husband chuckled when he saw me.
“Those grandkids have you wrapped around their little finger.”
“Right like they don’t have you just as wrapped.” I snuggled up against him. “It’s hard to believe our kids have kids.”
“Now don’t you start…”
“Seems like only yesterday I read to our girls and now… Where has the time gone?”
“Don’t know Hun, but it’s sure as hell been fun. Still is.”
“Well, we better get to bed because more fun will start about seven in the morning when those grandkids of ours wake up.”
I stood, reached for his hand, and pulled him to his feet.
“For an old woman you sure are bossy.”
“Hey be careful, old man, who you call an old woman!”
I watched as he went through his nightly ritual; checking doors, turning out lights, and the one added tonight, look in at the sleeping kids.
Snuggled under the covers as we kissed good night, I heard him whisper, “I love you to the moon and back.”