![]() ![]() The poor stuffed bear is close to falling apart. With a smile, I reach for her hand, and she moves her teddy into her other arm and grabs my hand. ![]() She’s so creative for her age, always telling tales of goblins and princesses and the fantastical. I look at my daughter, whose eyes match my own, and can’t even try to hide my amusement at her inventive imagination. I pull the blanket up over her exposed back, just in case she decides to roll over. ![]() My little girl’s mom stirs in her sleep but doesn’t wake. A blue one, a red one, and a grumpy yellow one.” Her doctor says that she’s just having a hard time shutting her wild mind off at night, which is pretty normal behavior for her age.Īdeline nods. “Did you count sheep?” She often has trouble sleeping lately, and I’m trying not to worry too much about it. I glance over at my wife her naked back is exposed and she’s sleeping on her stomach, sprawled out the way she usually is.Ī small hand rubs over little brown eyes. ![]() “Adeline? What’s wrong?” I sit up, tugging the blanket up to my chest, remembering that I’m not dressed underneath. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died ![]()
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