Saturday, February 9, 2013

And I Thought *I* Wasn't a Morning Person!

Ruthie woke up, and crawled over to me in slow-motion, in a manner not unlike a soldier wounded in battle desperately trying to get to safety. 

She softly cried "I... Need... Coffee..."  

Then when she made it to me, she buried her face in my chest, and said "I love you" as if she was about to breathe her last.

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