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Sweet Dreams, Little One: A Baby's Goodnight Story

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2 min read ・ Age 5

Little Leo the lamb was getting sleepy. His mama nuzzled his fluffy head and said, “It’s time to say goodnight, my sweet little one.” Leo yawned a big, wide lamb yawn. He loved saying goodnight! It meant cozy cuddles and sweet dreams.

“Let’s start with the sun,” Mama Leo said. “Goodnight, sun! Thank you for warming our meadow all day.” Leo blinked his eyes and imagined the sun tucking itself in behind the hills. He felt thankful for the warm sunshine.

Next, they said goodnight to the twinkling stars. “Goodnight, stars! Thank you for shining so brightly.” Leo giggled. The stars seemed to twinkle even brighter back at him. He loved how peaceful the night sky felt.

“Goodnight, moon!” Mama Leo whispered. “Thank you for watching over us.” The moon was a gentle, silvery smile in the dark sky. Leo felt safe and loved under the moon’s glow.

They walked past the sleepy flowers, their petals closed for the night. “Goodnight, flowers! Thank you for your beautiful colors.” Leo imagined the flowers dreaming of sunshine and bees.

Then they said goodnight to the buzzing bees, now resting in their hive. “Goodnight, bees! Thank you for making sweet honey.” Leo knew the bees would be busy again tomorrow, but tonight, they deserved a good rest.

“Goodnight, fluffy clouds!” Mama Leo said. “Thank you for floating so gently.” Leo pictured the clouds as soft, white sheep drifting across the sky.

Finally, they snuggled close together in their cozy barn. “Goodnight, barn! Thank you for keeping us safe and warm.” Leo felt so grateful for his warm, safe home.

Mama Leo kissed Leo’s forehead. “And now, goodnight, my sweet little Leo. I love you very much.” Leo snuggled deeper into his mama’s woolly side. He closed his eyes, feeling peaceful and loved. He whispered, “Goodnight, Mama. I love you too.”

Leo drifted off to sleep, dreaming of sunshine, stars, and all the wonderful things he had said goodnight to. He knew that even when he was asleep, his mama’s love would always be with him. Sweet dreams, little one. Sweet dreams.

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