I'm standing outside my son and DIL's home waiting for Little Bit. It's a Friday afternoon and she has been granted permission to spend the night with her Papa and Nana. I hate waiting, but it's worth it.
Finally, she runs outside and jumps into my arms, our little ritual. It makes my heart swell with my love of her.
Then her mom steps outside and yells, "Little Bit, you've forgotten your nightlight. Don't you want it?"
She turns in my arms, "No mom, I've got Papa."
It feels good to be someone's nightlight...