Kate still seemed tired this morning after waking her. I let her stay in bed another thirty minutes before getting her up for lunch. I am sure she would have remained in bed much longer without my encouragement to get up. She was happy to have me help her get dressed. At one point, I asked if she thought I was rushing her. She said, “No. You’re a good daddy.” As I had done earlier, I let it go without correcting her about my being her daddy. On the way to lunch, she said something else about my being her daddy. A few minutes later, she asked, “Are you my daddy?” I said, “Actually, I am your husband.” She gave me the usual surprised look and said, “And I’m your wife?” She didn’t raise any further questions. I couldn’t help wondering if she had asked the question because she herself was beginning to question whether I was her daddy. I’ll never know.
Driving to and returning from lunch, I played a CD that I bought three or four years ago in Memphis while we were visiting Jesse and her family. It is a compilation of show tunes and old standards that are quite familiar to our generation. I played this several days ago, and she had liked it. She was just as taken with it today. On the way home, she started singing with “Some Enchanted Evening.” Then she wanted me to sing with her. It is an inexpensive CD that has singers who are unidentified. During almost each song, Kate asks me who is singing. Each time I tell her I don’t know and that the company who made it kept the costs down by using unknown musicians. Of course, there is no way she can remember.
On the drive home, she mentioned that she was tired and might take a nap this afternoon. She often says that but forgets soon after we get home. That wasn’t true this time. When she walked into the family room, she headed toward the sofa and asked if she could just rest a while. I told her that would be fine. That was about an hour and fifteen minutes ago. She has been sleeping soundly, not just resting. It makes me wonder about yesterday. I didn’t watch her as closely as I have done today. She might have actually slept then as well. She just opened her eyes and said, “Hey.” Her eyes are closed again. I think I will let her sleep another hour or so if she wants to. She must need it.
