It’s five thirty in the morning, check that it’s six thirty, (we’ve sprung forward) and Hilary is in her swing, gurgling away with her latest story. She is showing no signs of sleeping having gotten up an hour and half ago hungry. She’s babbling now, and when I look up at her she gives me a big smile, knowing that I’m still listening to her epic tale.
I’m so incredibly tired these days, but I wouldn’t trade all the sleep in the world for this opportunity to listen to her, and to see that smile. How did I ever get to be so lucky?
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Coulda had something to do with your parents, just a guess though.
Right you are Bro. Right you are.
A picture of Hilary’s smiling face would be so nice! I wonder what story she’s telling you.