Sunday, March 18, 2007

Breaks your heart

Z. was crying last night because we had to remove some stuffed animals from her bed so there would be space for her. Things were settled after a few negotiations. Then she pushed at my fingers. "Close your hand." I made a loose fist. Z. tugged at my sleeve, so I pulled my sleeve down past my hand. "Wipe my tears."

This morning she had a dream that made her laugh in her sleep.

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