Every day is a collection of moments. Each week, each month and each year they become our memories.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

I’m tired. Good night. Get out.


After a very short bath tonight she raised her hands over her head asking to get out. I put her to bed and she rolled away from me, then turned back and waved at me briefly and then closed her eyes.   I got that message loud and clear. 

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