she had been to a sleepover. 12:30 a.m. she wanted to come home. we stopped for drinks, me still half in sleep, her in her flannel kitty cat pajamas. in the morning we were lazy. then we went to breakfast just the two of us. we didn’t talk once about her not making it through the sleepover. we just enjoyed having this special time together. and when her sister came home later in the morning, neither one of us said a word.
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I love days like this with my daughter…Eliza Leating