I never get tired of it. Every night before I go to bed, I sneak into Chloë's room and check on her. I place my hand on her back for a few seconds, and then on her cheek. I think at first I started doing it to make sure she was still breathing, that she was warm enough, or cool enough. I do it every night, and I never get tired of it. Now, some nights I'm not even sure I know that I'm going in there, it's as if that nightly routine is so much a part of me, I do it without even realizing it, because I have to, because without it I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Without it I wouldn't be me.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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