![]() Who gave me a reason to wake up every morning with a smile. ![]() Love for the woman who brought me back to life. Naomi’s smile was soft, content, and it was focused on me. The toddler on her hip had her thumb in her mouth, eyelids growing heavy. I made sure she had a closet full of them. ![]() I watched my wife sway from side to side in one of those long, flowing sundresses that still managed to drive me crazy. But I knew from the look on her face that she’d be making more trips home than she’d originally planned to be with her sisters. She was seventeen now, and I had heart palpitations every time I thought about her leaving us for college in a year. She grinned down at the tiny face and long lashes, then back up at me. With an abundance of caution, I handed the bundle over to Waylay on the porch and dug out the keys from my front pocket. ![]()
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