Garbo Talks

It is one of my favorite moments as a father. The other night, Rachel once again fell asleep on my lap as I sat on the sofa.

After a few minutes, I cradled Rachel in my arms and carried her to bed. I gently laid her down on her purple neck pillow, watched her adjust to her position of comfort and stood over the bed, gazing at her long eyelashes and porcelain-skinned face with a loving smile.

About ten or fifteen seconds later, her eyes fluttered open, made an effort to fix a gaze on me and she softly told me, "Daddy, I want to sleep alone!"