Sunday, December 7, 2008

This is what you get

after a very long day. Aidan fell asleep in the car, and I carried him inside. He proceeded to fall asleep on the hard, tiled floor, and he laid there until I finished unloading all the groceries from the car and then of course he woke up when I tried to lay him gently in bed.





I remember being carried out of the car and it's one of my favorite feelings from childhood. There is nothing quite as safe and secure as your daddy tucking you into bed.

1 comment:

christa said...

that's one of my favorite memories too! sometimes even if i could have gotten out of the car myself, i would stay "sleeping" just to get carried in and tucked in! oh to be that small again :)