Maybe it's because my mama read Goodnight, Moon to me so often as a child, but I love that moment when I tuck my apartment into bed. There are no more expectations - whatever dishes remain in the sink will become tomorrow's business.
Hush, candle - let your wick rest. The day is done.
This moment is gentle, and not just because I'm burrowing under my quilt. Quiet arrives and I gratefully welcome her home.
It's in this moment that there is space to read. I need not be waiting in line or avoiding the gym in order to justify turning a few pages. There is no multi-tasking.
How I love this moment.