My daughter changed again last night. She told me stories of the day in the middle of the night. Stories of the fun she had with the people she loves. Stories of tickles. Secrets about nighttime drinks of water. Desires for the shades to be fully drawn from early morning sunbeams. Arms around necks, heads sharing pillows. Eyes opening. Eyes closing.
Everytime I thinks she's grown as much as she can possibly grow, off she goes again.
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