Two memories:

One.

After every night shift that my Mum worked...as soon as she got home in the morning, she would come to my room, open the door, check on me, and then go to sleep.
I would always wake-up at this moment and be glad she was checking on me...she did this even when I was 18...hahaha. so sweet. Mothers.

Two.

Tell me a story
tell me a story
you promised me
you said you would
you gotta give in
so i'll be good
tell me a story
and then
i'll
go
to
bed.


My Dad used to sing this to me when i would beg to read another story before bed...
i loved reading bedtime stories with my Dad.