To my daughter on her final days as an only child
We’re snuggled up on the couch together as I write this. Your head resting on my shoulder, your arms intertwined with mine. You fell down earlier while running through the hallway. I was busy pulling your old bassinet out of the bottom of your closet, as you ran up and down the hallway, yelling with …
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