With each other.
With us.
With friends.
I have very fond memories as a kid having sleepovers with my sister and with my friends. So many late night talks and stupid giggling. There's nothing better.
I never had sleepovers with my parents, though. They just weren't those parents.
This past weekend the girls and Steve made plans to have a sleepover in our living room, with a movie.
I was invited.
I am, however, realistic and thanked them for the invite, but told them I'd watch the movie with them, but will be sleeping in my bed.
Ava's response: yeah, Daddy warned us you'd probably say that. LOL. They know me too well.
Their movie of choice?
Richie Rich.
GREAT FLICK.
The girls made it through the entire movie and we started it late - around 9pm. Steve fell asleep within the first 15 minutes of course.
But, I retired to my bed right after the movie ended and went to bed.
I woke up to Steve laying next to me and I joked that he should sneak back out there and lay down so the girls would think he was there the whole night.
I went grocery shopping and when I came back, I found Steve out laying on the floor with the girls. I asked "oh did Daddy make it all night?" and little Ava's voice "yep" hahahaa.
Memories being made 💗
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