Our heavenly father has given us parents the gift of selective memory. New mommies soon after forget the pain associated with labor (how else would we have more kids?) and tonight my prayer is that this is how I remember bedtime at our house with our two and four year olds. Not the gnashing of teeth, the umpteenth potty break, the "one more book" for the 10th time, the march your booty back to bed routine, the ol' parental request switcheroo, or the selfish "won't they just go to bed" looks by us. Bedtime is books and snuggles and "hug and kiss" and Jesus Loves Me until we are hoarse and praying with and over the biggest blessings in our lives. Thank you, Jesus!