H, you took care of your sister last night.

See, mom was bathing K and I was giving you a shower.

It was late. T was tired.

We were simply running behind on everything,

In the midst of it all, T began to fuss.

Attempting to pacify her, I put her and her carrier in the bathroom so that she could watch me give you a shower.

As I washed, you sang and danced trying to make her happy.

You had her laughing and smiling in 30 seconds.

You sang Old Town Road, that you had recently learned at Rock Solid (summer camp).

And I beamed watching you both.

I love you.

-Dad