My Favourite Time of Day

The day begins with a shout.

“Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama”

Accompanied by a “rattle, rattle, rattle” of the bars of her cot, she wants out!

We bundle her into bed with us for an early morning snuggle

buried under the covers, our life is pretty wonderful.

The day is filled with demands and needs

and lots of requests for “dummy please”.

There are more shouts of “go away” and

“Mummy, No!” now she’s nearly two.

But I still manage to steal a “snuggie” and an

“I lub a-you”.

But my favourite time of day is none of these,

it’s after our bedtime routine when I can get my squeeze.

Bathtime, pajamas, brushing teeth,

story-time with Daddy is special and sweet.

The handover to mummy is where my happiness begins.

A kiss from Daddy and night-night settles in.

We rock and rock while she has her bottle,

Mummy’s mind solves every problem.

A final drain of the bottle so near,

sleep will come soon my dear.

But first my Little Miss turns to me

she buries her head in my neck and breathes.

Her hand caresses my face as she settles down

she traces the contours but there’s never a frown.

This is my happiness, this is my bliss,

my life is fulfilled with my Little Miss.

Thank you my love, for loving me so

I’ll love you forever, this much you know…