How much more time do I have with Brookie like this? When
she hears me wake up, she scrambles to come downstairs with me. She asks to
make pancakes with me. She wants to help with my coffee – to stir it and make
it just the way I like it. She wants to tell me everything, and sometimes my
brain can’t keep up with her fast talking. I remember looking at her when she
was a teensy tiny baby, and wondering… what will
she *be* like. How will she talk and act and what will make her happy? When she
wakes up with me, it makes me happy. I know this time is fleeting and someday
she will choose to sleep in her bed rather than come downstairs with me in the
early hours of morning. I cherish these days.
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