times in a row.
This morning, while I was making pancakes, Lily came running into the kitchen and wrapped both arms tightly around my waist, burying her face in my apron.
“Mommy,” she murmured sleepily.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? Did you sleep okay?” I asked, smiling down at her.
She looked up at me, grinning, her eyes bright and clear. “I slept perfectly.continue reading …