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[photo credit goes to the paparazzi that is my wife.]

Every night around 4 am…
Oh wait. That’s morning…
She makes her way out of the top bunk…
Down the ladder…
Over Polly Pockets, Disney Princesses, and 43,810 crayons…
Across the hall…
Over my mound of clothes I have dropped at the door of our bedroom…
Around my laptop leaning against the bed frame…
Into our bed…
Under my cover…
Butt into my gut…
Cheek next to mine…
Arm around my face…
And into my soul.

And it’s not until I feel her breath interfering with my own that I realize she is there.
And it’s at that moment…
At 4 am…

That everything is right in the world.
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