Lennox cries out from her bedroom, and I scramble out of bed to get to her before she wakes her sleeping mother. “Hey, baby girl.” I scoop her up and hold her against my chest. “Shh . . . It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” I wait until she’s calm to lay her down on the changing table and switch out her diaper, then she and I decide rocking on the glider sounds like a great way to spend the morning. Lennox smacks my cheeks with her palms and mouths my nose. “You hungry, baby?” She giggles and tugs at my ear before curling up on my chest and cooing the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Not
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