Fiona crabbin' out of bed, zombie-walks to the kitchen, "Mama?" I answer with a query about what she'd like for breakfast. Get my leg hug, then she takes me by the hand over to the couch, "You need a cuddle sweetheart?"
"Yeah."
Okay.
Even if I did have plans this morning, this was a better way to start the day than any other.
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