Ella’s eyelids were closing themselves when her head hit the pillow tonight just after eleven. And sitting at the table near her bed now, I can already hear her sighing the sigh that means she’s completely asleep.
She’ll be dreaming dreams about elephants and horses and motorcycles and doggies and clowns and acrobats and tigers and a single porcupine. She’s been to the circus, you see, as the special guest of a friend who asks only that she carry her weight as a corporate shill. Which she did, quite admirably, and which performance she capped off by turning to her friend in the car on the way home and– with perfect pitch and perfect timing– chirping, “Thank you for the circus!”
That’s my girl. Rest easy, little one. And sweet dreams.