"Daddy's little girl paints the world with her magic wand." Fell asleep with the Christmas Tree lights on all night. A nightlight. I love that feeling. Like someone is there. I remember when I was in highschool or junior high and I was sick and came up to tell my Mutti and Vatti I wasn't going to school and crawled into bed with them. Then my Vatti would get up a few minutes later to get ready for work and I'd take his place next to Mutti. He'd turn on the closet light to get his clothes and to not wake us. I just remember that closet light being on and hearing faint sounds of him getting ready, and slowly drifting to sleep knowing someone was there. I'd usually have a hard time going to sleep because I was usually sick, but it was that time of morning that I could still fall asleep, just because of that light and the belief someone was there. Grandma is gonna be 77 on Sunday, November 11. Her age goes along with the years. 2007=77 2008=78 etc. I like that number. 77 I like the number 7. It's my favorite number. It means perfection. Perfection seems to fit her. Double the perfection.