Thursday, January 24, 2013

Dream disappointment

As I got Mary Clare ready for school yesterday morning, she and I chatted about her night. Did she sleep well, did the polar bear pajamas keep her warm, etc. 

I then asked her if she dreamed of her daddy's face. Immediately, her face fell. Crestfallen, she replied, "No." So I gave her a big hug, told her it was okay and reminded her that she would get to see her daddy's face in person that night. "I know," she replied, still clearly troubled that Chip wasn't in her dreams. I honestly felt bad for even bringing up the matter. 

Poor girl. She really, really, wanted to dream of her daddy's face

1 comment:

  1. Sorry, Mary Clare. I dream of your daddy's face all the time. Wait, what?


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