Sleep Tight

My father was an excellent story teller. At night, with the covers tucked up tight around my chin, I remember listening to him weave tales about a blond-haired little girl in a candy store. Each night the girl would walk into the local candy store filled with shelves of candy that would reach clear up to the ceiling. He would describe in detail the selection of sweets available. Without fail, the little girl would always pick the tutti-frutti-ice cream-bubble candy located on the highest shelf in the store. The owner would need to pull out his ladder to reach the coveted candy. I remember my father drawing out this part, only adding to the suspense. Before being handed the candy, the store owner would ask about where she would like to visit. And upon that first bite, the little girl would be magically transported to the zoo, the toy store, and other places important in a five year old's world. Pictures of these moments with my father do not exist outside of my head. Although they leave an indelible mark on my memories, I did not want to let these moments of Jerry and Ella slip by with out a photo.
Goodnight moon, goodnight stars, goodnight sun...