Pampered

Returning home this evening, my youngest told me she was going to read to me. She sat me in my chair, tilted me back, covered me with two blankets (one small one for my feet), dimmed the lights, rubbed my slippered feet, took my glasses, brought me juice, brought me a glass and fork bell to summon her, and read me two stories. Then my oldest wanted me to tuck her into bed. sigh. The youngest told her I was tucked in for the night. In the chair, they couldn't climb into bed with me.