I don’t mind telling anyone that the girls started sleeping in their own beds in the loft last night. They argued over who was going to sleep in what bunk and who was getting what stuffed animals, but in the end – they made the call and made it happen.
Sure you can say they were a little late to the game, but we had other priorities – other hills to climb – before we started worrying about where everyone was taking in their nightly dream sessions.
Anyway. They’re up early, talking and scurrying around and as tempted as I am to go upstairs and see what they’re up to at 5am, I’d rather just listen.
They’re planning out what they should do from now until they have to really wake up and they can’t decide if they want to watch TV or play Roblox. Each idea elicits a giggle that travels from their mouths to my heart.
Here we are. The next step in growing up. Yeah, it’s a little weird to have my bed back and all too myself, but it’s also a little awesome that they’re in their own world up their doing their own things.
And! AND! It was purely organic. We’ve been talking about it for a while and I’ve been telling them more and more that it’s time to make this change, but in the end – it was their call, which they made spontaneously at 8pm last night.
I love you, girls.
More and more by the minute.
Daddy
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