"My Daddy"

Rhys is finally asleep. An hour and a half after I first put him down. I finally went up to him again when it was obvious that he was not going to go to sleep. I put him back in bed, he was standing in the middle of his room, in the dark, crying. I would not normally rescue him, but today is not a normal day.

We laid down and he stopped crying. We just laid there for about ten minutes. He rolled over to me, put his face up against mine, stroked my cheek and whispered "My daddy, my daddy" over and over until he fell asleep.

It almost makes DST worthwhile.