Wash the Wally Face

This face! His sweet little face is such a joy in my life. I have a simple daily ritual of washing this face that I usually take for granted, but this morning I thought about it a little and marveled at the love of thirty seconds, forty-five? I stand at the kitchen sink and dampen a cloth with warm water. I call, "Wally, come wash your face." and he runs to my feet. We do the little dance of settle, sit, settle, sit, now close your eyes and I gently wash the sleep from the corners of each eye. He nibbles the corner of the cloth and bats his very long lashes. Then he is off to start his day. Thirty seconds, forty-five?