It's been a long road, but my daughter's bed time is now my favorite time of the day. We have a solid routine, and she now goes down without a fuss and completely awake. There is the occasional interruption, of course, but for the most part, she's really good. We have fun at bath time, we sing songs, we count her toys and draw pictures with bath crayons. She loves to read Click Clack Moo, Cows that Type, and Llama Llama Red Pajama with Daddy every night. She "brushes" her teeth. Recently we've added saying her prayers. Every night I ask her to say "amen," and she says, "don't leave out Lightning! Amen!" Can you tell what her favorite movie is?!?! And then we sing the lullaby and she rests her head on my shoulder. Last night, as I was singing to her, my mind wandered to those wee hours in the morning when she was just weeks old falling back asleep after a feeding, and then, I couldn't help but thinking how fast that seemed to change, and worried about how soon it would be before she wouldn't want me to sing her to sleep anymore. No matter what else happens during the day, all of it is erased and the world is perfect as long as I have my time with her every night.