Going to sleep...

"Would you like me to get the fairy dust?" I asked. My sweet daughter looked up at me from my arms, smiled, and nodded. Her eyes began to shine in the dim light of the room. She was two years old and had a sweet and loving disposition. She seemed ready to for anything and at night time, while I was rocking her to sleep, I could truly believe that magic was in the bedroom.
"Okay. Let me get it from my pocket," I started the nighttime ritual of pretending to dig in a pretend pocket for the fairy dust I would use. I held up my hand so Jessica could see that it was full of fairy dust. She looked up as I began to sprinkle it across her face, "Sprinkle! Sprinkle! Sprinkle! Sprinkle!"
Sometimes she would help me by sprinkling her own hands across her face, trying to imitate me. Tonight she just drank her milk from her sippy cup, content to let me sprinkle.
Soon the fairy dust was gone and I began to sing,
"Your eyes are getting sleepy,
Your eyes are getting sleepy,
Your eyes are getting sleepy,
Good night good night good night.

Your eyes are getting sleepy,
Your eyes are getting sleepy,
Your eyes are getting sleepy,
Good night good night good night."

Not surprisingly, Jessica whispered, "'Gain!"
With a smile, I reached in my pocket for more fairy dust. Three more times and her eyes began to glaze over as sleep stole across her face. I rocked her for a minute more, marveling at the miracle I was privileged to hold in my arms.
"I love you sweetheart." I whispered.
"I wove you mommy." She replied faintly. Her face settled into peaceful slumber. I kissed her forehead and set her in her crib gently.