Goodnight, Sweet Prince

There is something to be said about knowing that yours is the last voice to be heard before someone goes to sleep. It's one thing when it's because the person is lying there right next to you. And, while it's quite comforting to know that your children hearing "I love you" whispered in their ears as their sleep heads hit the pillow, it's somewhat obligatory.

But it's something altogether when another adult, who could, theoretically, choose darn near anyone else's words to be the last before another day choose to hear what you have to say before going to bed.

I used to think that being awoken to, "you look like an angel when you sleep" was an amazing thing to hear in bed, but I think I'm changing my mind about that. See, you almost have to say something to the person lying next to you in the morning that is complimentary, especially if you ever want them to wake up in your bed again.

But to know, that, regardless of distance, circumstances, etc, that another person is making the effort to make sure to speak to you, as if the day isn't over without one last "good night", even though the conversation can be simple and mundane, but it isn't enough to just recap the day silently to yourself, means something.

When you get to end the day with a warm feeling and a smile knowing someone else cares, and when the simple salutation you hear from his voice makes a horrible day seem not so bad, well, that's special.

Buona notte, il mio principe delle biciclette e del mare. Sognerò di voi una volta di più.