She snores, she hogs covers (or won’t let me put them on at all). Her bed is full of poky toys. But last night I decided to sleep in Maggie’s bed all the same, because I could. Because I still can tonight. Because she’s there and I needed a hug from someone small. Because after yesterday’s news in Connecticut, which literally put me on the floor as I read the headline pop up from the Washington Post app, I needed to hear the miracle of her breathing as she slept, untroubled.
Because I needed to see, in repose, this star of wonder.
By whatever tricks of chance and fate exist, for at least one more night, she is ours to hold. And for that, we are so grateful.
Guide us to thy perfect light.