Last night as my husband and I were walking Rose to her bedroom, she stopped in her tracks, spun around, and said with a raised eyebrow, “We didn’t read our Bible Story.”
We were so close. Her haven of rest was just steps away. We were moments from our first minutes of relaxation for the day. Alas, a nightly ritual not kept is not a ritual.
Jonathan looked at me, I at him. As our eyes met, we knew we were soon on our way back to the rocking chair to complete our nightly ritual.
At the time, I may have been a bit annoyed at the thought of heading back to tack on extra minutes to our already extensive nightly ritual. Deep down, I love this. I appreciate that Rose, my two-year old, truly values our rituals. Our time together means a lot to her. She understands that a ritual is a ritual because it deems importance.