It was Monday night. I had finally layed all the kids down. I was trying to get the house picked up, lunches made, folders checked and clothes ready. I was tired and ready to sit down and have a little peace before I needed to go to bed. I was at the kitchen sink when Reagan walked back into the livingroom from out of bed to tell me "something" else of great importance. In her hand was a book. "Mommy will you read me this story?My first instinct was to yell at her to get back to bed. To my surprise a calming feeling instantly came over me. I wrestled with myself for a short time. I decided to read her the book. We sat down on the couch. She quickly asked to sit in my lap. I read her the story. We didn't have any interuptions from her little brother. No phone calls. No pressing matters. Just Reagan and I alone in the quiet livingroom. After I finished the book she gave me a hug and kiss and went to bed and didn't get up again that night. I am grateful I felt impressed to read her that story. I don't remember the book. I do remember how it felt to sit in that quiet livingroom alone with my four year old Reagan.