Bob's in bed texting me to hurry so....

I'd better.

I told him we would watch Adaptation tonight AND he's got a headache, so it wouldn't be very nice of me to blog for an hour whilst he lay in bed wishing for a vice delivery man to come knock on our door. 

Oh, is that only me that wishes for a vice to squeeze my temples together when a headache camps out in my head? Oh.

So I was thinking about tonight and how bedtime seems to get later and later because more story requests have become the norm. Surprisingly, it's not Ethan or Sebbie requesting a longer story hour, but our darling Clementine. There is a stack of about ten books sitting lopsidedly atop each other on her dresser that I reach for every night. 

She gets so excited for this little ritual and I love to see her face light up when I tell her to pick one to start with. 

If Cinderella is around, no other book stands a chance. So lately, Cinderella's kept downstairs and the book of choice is this one. 

I'm in love with this book. It's simple and beautifully illustrated. It tugs at my heart strings each time I read it. I can't help but be emotionally tied to it since it's Clemmie's favorite. And I guess the fact that Emily reminds me so much of her doesn't hurt, either.

I mean - from the wispy light brown hair to her little button nose....it may say Emily, but I know it's really 

My Clemmie.

That's why she points at her and doesn't hesitate when I say, "Who's that?  ----- That's Clemmie!"

She totally agrees. And it's so darn cute.