Every so often, Spills says or does something that takes my breath away, because it is often exactly what is needed at that moment, and at those times she seems so tapped into something life-affirming and good.
Tonight, we were saying our goodnights.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite," she said, then made her customary parrot noise.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite," I repeated.
"And Mommy, if you feel sad tomorrow morning, here's what you need to do."
"Oh?" I said. "What do I need to do?"
"You need to look at the picture on your desk of Daddy and me and that will make you feel better. And if you hear a knock at the door of your portable right after that, it will be me, coming to give you a hug."
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