The White T-shirt....for her, it's the only proper bedtime attire.

Tyner Beth has always, always requested a white T-shirt when bedtime nears. Oh, sure, she has sleek princess pajamas, in fact, multiple sets. In varying hues of pink, purple or blue. And we've had Barbie gowns, red flannel Christmas plaid numbers, even classic rudolph longjohns, only with pink backgrounds......yep, we've had it all. And from time to time, she will even wear those, but her favorite clothing for the slumbers of night.....is a white T-shirt.

I should probably go ahead and clarify one item of interest right now. The white T-shirt, it doesn't come from her pajama drawer. Heck, it doesn't even come in her size, but it still happens to have, just the right fit. You see, the shirt has to come from her Daddy. And usually, it comes straight off his back. That's right. You read it correctly, it is the one he has worn as an undershirt all day.

Now, just to be fair, it is the new millenium, and Temple has a climate controlled office and car.....so, the undershirt is still clean from his hard day at work. And obviously, if it is ever a day where some form of manual labor, (i.e., he had to walk too far, in the hot sun, from the parking lot at Brio or Superior Grill, to his waiting table for lunch), well, we give her a clean shirt from his freshly laundered pile that the laundry fairy did while he was enjoying his lunch at Brio. Thankyouverymuch.

(Oh, no, really, I didn't want to eat lunch at Brio, why, the laundry fairy doesn't have time for lunch anyway. :)

The point is, the white T-shirt is what gives her comfort. Earlier last weekend, before sitting down to write this post, she wasn't feeling well. In fact, she had been sick all day, low-grade fever, complaining that her stomach, head, arm, here, there, everywhere, hurts. I assume it was what some call a "fever virus" as she was better within 24 hours and really just slept all day and night. She had a small spell with vomitting some sweet tea, so we went into the bathroom to get a shower and change her pajamas. We replaced them with none other than......one of her Daddy's white T-shirts. And she was able to settle back down to rest...almost instantly. It's the white shirt, it's her comfort.


Which is what reminded me to make this post. You see, I love for you all to read the blog. I enjoy writing from time to time and making you laugh out loud or think silently. Plus, who doesn't get excited to see a post from cooking camp?.....we all do, but I guess that's because we are the ones getting to eat it!! And certainly, I get a big kick out of your comments. But in reality, it's all here for our family, specifically for my brain that keeps losing itself, daily. Because, these memories, this journey of life.....it's awesome, and I don't want to forget a minute (or a blog post) of it!

I think it is just precious that for years now, Tyner Beth has asked to sleep in her Daddy's shirt. The shirt that he has been wearing all day. She likes that it has a faint scent of his deoderant still lingering around.

I think it's even sweeter that she has a father, who never hesitates to "give her the shirt, right off his back". He's that kind of Daddy. I hope she keeps asking for his shirt, for many, many years to come, even after she's too big for it to cover from her head to her toes.