Often when I put Tatum to bed, I’ll run downstairs to get my water bottle, to get my laundry, to get a snack, or what not. I’ll hear the pitter patter of footsteps.
What is she doing???
Then, I’ll go in my room, and I’ll find this sitting on my reading chair.
Be still my heart.
It happens often.
So, of course, I return the love with my own little note.
Then she gets surprised in the morning.
Sneaky but incredibly sweet.