Memory: Our Morning Cuddles

Rory was my only kid that would sleep in. Every morning when I’d wake her up for school, I’d crawl into bed with her and we’d cuddle and talk for a few minutes.

If she was up before I came in, she’d run back to bed. Or if she was still in bed but awake, she’d drop her toys and books and pretend to be asleep. She enjoyed those few minutes we spent together.

My arms ache for her.
My ears crave her giggle.
My soul yearns to connect with hers.

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