Last night we were laying in bed. Krissy was asleep and I was reading a new book. The window was open to let in a cool autumn breeze, enough to freshen the air but not enough to shake the glass.
It felt like a moment I'd lived a thousand times, curled up in awkward positions, pillow stuffed under my chin, a hot cup of tea at hand, engrossed in a Valdemar tale. There was a difference though. Every other time before this I had been alone.
I glanced over at Krissy and watched her for a moment. Almost as if to confirm to myself that she was really there, I reached out and stroked her cheek slightly. Even in her sleep she smiled.
What a wonderful moment.
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